they send me down to
nuclear medicine to
measure the
heart
the clicking heart
the clanging heart
the pumping heart
they do not seek the
knowing heart
the noble heart
the loving heart
the heart that
flies with the
sun &
clouds
the heart
that hugs your
weary
soul
that lets you
in and lets you
flow
with me––
like being within a
song or a dream
where beauty
has no
measure.