The Trees of Summer Knocked on My Heart

“Sparrow” by ThisYear’sGirl

The trees of summer knocked on my heart.
It woodenly ignored them.
Blue skies came by in person.
My heart focused on its cerulean locks
of steel and would not be unbarred.
Rain rang the bell repeatedly impatient as a storm.
The door of my heart turned into glass
and let the rain slide down its face.
When you arrived
my heart made of itself
a door of hanging prayer beads.
They lifted of themselves
like hair upon a startled nape
and remain
suspended in the air.
— He Said, by Annette Marie Smith