two hearts

stampede through a china shoppe

like huge

huge like

looking up at the hoover dam

saying ****

****

is something that leaves my lips

when i can’t wrap my heart around

something impossible for my head

pronounced

probable

proust would say

“let us be grateful to people who make us happy

they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom. “

pruned

blooming

watered and spoken to

fed from the pail from the leak in the roof

to marcel, warmth

the proof