© 2010 Don Yorty. All rights reserved.
A poem in English written by someone whose first language isn’t English is often very beautiful with other skin over its bones. Like many of my students in China, Nicolas is a scientist. He’s going to Paris soon to continue his environmental studies dealing with climate change. I don’t worry about the future so much knowing that Nicolas will be there at work.
My Heart
My heart is a fragile vessel
Love is a seed
Soil filled up my heart
Love is a seed
The seed has blossomed into a flower
The vessel was ruined