Danger
One of my hearts can barely hold the ethereal scent
of morning’s mimosa. The young, red-bellied
woodpeckers learning to eat the suet fills my smile.
Soon they are pros.
George’s (the dog) face when he destroys the potholder is
beyond fun. Jake’s bark when on the trail
gives me a rush. It is this heart
that expands to hold infinite peaceful scenes.
But my other heart is an organ, pumping a few ounces
of blood with each beat. It is dangerous to overload
this muscle beyond capacity. It won’t rupture, just grow in size
until it pumps no more. Both hearts will leave together.
Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine
2020
