Heart’s small voice sings

we
us
this
yes!

Heart wears itself on its own sleeve; it
delights in slippery mud and fallen petals.
It kisses Head’s myriad gray pleats and
great, furrowed brow. Head mutters: you

time-waster, mooner, you singer who can’t
reach high c; mistake-maker, incontinent
bleeder; giver of gifts you cannot
afford; blissed-out, undiscriminating,
lacerated fool

Yes! sings heart

bird
flower
rock
fish
star

starfishrockbirdflower!