English Heartlines

Joy is not a destination;

it's mango juice running down your wrist in May.

I left the porch light on for years.

Turns out, I was the one

who needed to come home.

Some days, getting out of bed

is the bravest poem I write.

Be careful who you open up to.

Only a few people genuinely care;

the rest are just curious.

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:

Its loveliness increases; it will never

Pass into nothingness;