July 24, 2019Poem
Is there a workshop
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Is there a workshop
For broken hearts
A repository
A lost place
A warehouse
Somewhere between
This space and that
Where hearts are stored in sequence
Waiting to be recovered
Looking for deliverance
Do they all beat wildly
In cacophonous arrhythmia
Marking the hour
In blood flow
Do they respond
To the ministrations
Of a physician
Or a clocksmith
When they are
More than a mechanism
In need of restoration
With stories to tell
Is there healing
In the telling
Or the listening
For inference
In silence
Between one beat
And the next
Are broken hearts
Given the time
To knit pieces
Together again
Before they all stop
Bleeding