the law of my beating heart
my heart was water
like a single solitary pond
alone in a field
surrounded by wildflowers
a man-made pump
somewhat in the middle
keeping the circulation going
there once was a trail
starting from the roadside
a circular route
to the center of my heart
beaten down by foot
eventually replaced by
mechanisms purely natural
november two thousand twenty-one
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Has a certain resonance with me tonight, John 🙂
How wonderful, Kathleen 🙂
I love this!
Love that you do, Tara, thank you.