Heart
by Gregory Orr
Its hinges rustless,
restless; opening
and shutting on trust.
~
We guard it;
it guides us.
Gods lack it.
Vacant their gaze.
~
Doctors listen
to its cryptic
lisp.
From sacred
to scared—a few
beats skipped,
a letter slipped.
~
Cavity and spasm;
a spark can start
it; parting stop it.
Such a radiant husk
to hive our dust!
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