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Dec 2015
My heart
is the sound of water swishing
at the bottom of a large jar.

My emotions
are soft and quiet, making ears strain
to hear them:
they are a small sigh leaving my body.

My soul is bread
left unattended in the oven.

And my body,
is a house visited
every so often,
by dinner guests bringing
smiles and light.
Erik Jon Jensen
Written by
Erik Jon Jensen  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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