your heart
sometimes
is the size
of a thimble
unable to fit
another smidgen
of symapthy for
the world at
large
and other times
the ocean could fit
into it. every bird
with a broken wing
could have a place
to heal
it expands and contracts
like metal.
which has you
worried at times
considering
the flesh and bones
of your makeup.
sometimes
is the size
of a thimble
unable to fit
another smidgen
of symapthy for
the world at
large
and other times
the ocean could fit
into it. every bird
with a broken wing
could have a place
to heal
it expands and contracts
like metal.
which has you
worried at times
considering
the flesh and bones
of your makeup.
1 comment:
this is a beautiful poem - minus the last 20 words. you took it too far. otherwise, very nice.
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