#28 and the fragments whir like a weather vane

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