The heart does not care
it breaks and leaves
like a door opened
to the evening breeze
rushing through and then gone
as a moment
of intense movement
heartlessly, artlessly
caring and then leaving,
breaking. Then silence
once more resumes
until dishes, car horns,
clatter back in the wake,
but heart does not care,
it breaks and leaves the broken moment
for the whole body to bear.
by Perry Bass
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