Hey John, don't go out in a huff. You know, use some fat juicy swear words. Really, stick around and take a little abuse. Plus, I like this poem. Actually, the close is, in my view, wonderfully melancholic. I'd do some things differently-- green heart fell flat for me, and the heart having wings, Christ. But, still, "still the heart wings," perhaps, might give that moment more energy. I am sympathetic to the criticism you've received, but, at the same time, it's my feeling that you're a very voice-driven poet and it's easy to miss wide. Anyway, the voice came through for me here. I often love the meanderings, but I think you could sharpen up some edges. My take on the poem, and the whole thing. Cheers!
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