My Wild Heart
Folded six times square
and tucked up in my breast,
My wild heart leapt
when you walked into the room.
Here, take it.
Shake it out
and dry your tears.
Washed and returned,
I'll press it thin,
then fold it back
in case, in time,
you need it once again.
5 comments:
I love the phrase "my wild heart", and the image of it folded six times square, and tucked up... and pressed thin again later. It made my heart leap to read it this morning....
With an empty drawer and a wild heart all folded and ready for use you are all set for the hazards ahead.
A lot of power in very few words.
a beautiful simple poem, thanks for sharing
Thanks ABC. I like your comment.
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