THE NOT-FULL-PRICE HEART
After a glimpse of clover, swaying
What I have for you is
what I have for you
A tune wafting from the next street over
as the piper marches by
An eroding time capsule
at the outskirts of plausibility
A lob into soft places
A reef bleached white by loss
A fragile truce with sadness
The topple of a toddler who
gets up and goes on
What I have for you is
what I have for you
The steady rhythm of a well-used secondhand heart
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Your “Not-Full-Price-Heart” poem pulled out something I had long hidden away and tossed it into a rain-soaked street. Beautifully written, sadly true, wrenching. Among your best.
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Thank you, Jerry; it is good to hear from you. I hope all is going well for you and your wife in your new home.
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