Unspoken Word
May 10, 2022

My heart opens
like my eyes,
like a child upon waking,
with not a single plan for the day
and though it blinks from time to time,
still it sees
and though it cannot speak,
it beats,
a late night drummer
alone in his room,
the entire universe his gig.

Posted by Mitch Ditkoff at May 10, 2022 06:31 AM

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