H L Johanson
HEART ON THE TABLE
I put this here
I don’t know why
This broken thing
Object undesired
Gone madly whirling
Cracked plastic and one small spring
Found in a dusty corner
Behind the open door
I lay this on the table
This thing I cannot name
But cannot throw aside
The handle of a vessel
Pedal of a vehicle
I will hold you
if you will carry me
And tell me what burden finally broke you
Small inverted shiny fisheye
Stares at my peeling kitchen ceiling
Reflects a woman with a parasol
The frill of a skirt, waving tassel
A scar upon a reddened cheek
She does not turn away
She does not speak
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