It was Monday morning for most of the world and my heart nearly exploded according to my digital high-blood-pressure machine, telling me I don't want to work anymore as the highest-paid coal miner on earth. I want to stay up on the surface and help the heron who's been having trouble with his creek-bed landings. He's getting old and I wonder where he'll be when he dies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEA POPPIES by HILDA DOOLITTLE HEART AND MIND by EDITH SITWELL THE SPROUTING BOARD by AL-ISRA'ILI HESPERIDES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH CHARACTERS: JOHN AIKEN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD MY FATHER'S CHILD by GERTRUDE BLOEDE |