The Glass Heart
I went to a wedding
when the leaves fell,
her third, his second.
The wine was smooth
as old wood. I drank
two flutes, knowing
I would wake
deep in the night.
The heart is every color
and no color. It dazzles.
By: Ralph Earle
4/13/19
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