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Good Hearts
Some hearts that are dying, live
they gambol through painted foliage
in hobbled shoes
They spread good cheer like confetti
touching everything with gentle creaks
all spangled in marshmallow stars
They belong to rose petal societies
shake their sticks at moon-glint stones
dress their wounds with quilted petticoats
They hide their darkness in Wedgwood sugar bowls
keep blue and pink saccharine in antique pill boxes
their pain concealed like bright babushkas
They smile at babies, distribute candies
compose their own rhyming get well cards
write glowing reviews in elegant copperplate
And when they go we still see them
in fragile spider webs and fairy tales
in rainbow oil slicks on frosty dawns
in cemeteries of crocuses and dew
© Johnmichael Simon
2008
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