Unwanted in the world,
this fragment -
broken part
of what? -
that makes a heart.
Perhaps that's what love is -
the bits we leave behind -
fogotten
and discarded -
the taken-for-granted kindnesses
thrown into the world
like a smile
or granting space and time
like a hand reaching down
thoughtless
to stroke the head of a dog.
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I actually found this on Valentine's Day. I think it might have been one of those polystyrene hands that people wave as sporting events. Though goodness knows why it was under a hedge at the bottom of a muddy field.
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