Corrections (For Kifu)

If I were to begin with this bleeding heart
And hold it in my grasp
And follow the flight paths as the birds depart
To the swamps of your treasured trash
You would find me here
Or there at the curb
Throwing gestures at your barred windowpane
Since holding heartbeats and tossing words
Have not for days, or weeks at that
Done much to keep us sane

And if the calling out of your blistered name
Would become a duty, more or less
If at all hours of the night and day
I could press their syllables to my chest
You would find me here
Or there, entrapped
In the brilliant blooming of the spring
Ever-mending those bridges to your house, collapsed
While across the river, you remembered not a thing

If you were to end with this broken door
And fall weary in its cracks
And bear all witness to the rotting floor
To all the splintered mirrors shouting back
You would find me here
Or there, or there
In the shards you held, I would remain
A scattered spirit in one phrase declared
In the soft-spoken muttering of your refrain