Thursday, September 06, 2018

Poem a Day IV

Human Hearts Are Clumsy Hearts

Human hearts are clumsy hearts,
like bulls that dance in china shops;
you turn and bump my fragile soul
and it goes crashing to the floor.

And soon our loves like heirloom mugs
are glued together piece by piece
and dignity, so often dropped,
has half a dozen cracks at least.

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