The Day Becomes An Empty Road

a very patient man who stands out in the snow in the dark because his wife asks him to

There is nothing
round or full or happy
about the heart that forgets
where it lies.

It sits out of habit in soft, wet meat
held up by bones,
held in the sway of an old mind.

It is a tired thing.
It is a slow thing.

The day becomes an empty road disappeared to a point by the dark.
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Elan Morgan

Elan Morgan is a blogger, designer and consultant, and speaker who blogs and works from schmutzie.com, spreads gratitude through the graceinsmallthings.com social network, celebrates quality blogging with the canblogawards.com, and speaks all over. She has been seen in the Globe & Mail, Best Health and Woman's Day magazines, TEDxRegina, and on CBC News and Radio. She believes in and works to grow both personal and professional quality, genuine community, and meaningful content online.

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