in my heart
there’s both a willow
and a well
under one i dream
into the other
i toss coins
gambling
on the promise
of dreams
i once thought
the heart is both
an asylum and a morgue
i was wrong
i take that back
it’s not like that at all
it’s a wilderness
and there we sit
under a tree
eating honey
worth the sting
sometimes
the heart’s not such
a bad place to dwell
as long as you leave open
a safe means
of escape
and gamble
on the promise
of dreams
bhagiti 5.17.07 bowling green, oh