I wait until I hear a gate latch liftthe turn of key in lock.I sit amongst toys and unwashed clothes,I sit and she fingers the beads until you speakin a voice that no longer seems familiar, only strange.I turn as our child tugs at the string.I hear a snap and a sound like falling rain.The Albatross, Kate Bass, The Pasta Maker
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HEARTS UNDER LOCK AND KEY
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by
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Jamie Dedes
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I really wanted
to speak to you of this:
the love I had wild
and so long ago
that now it’s dry
parched like a river
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Once it was a love moist
as a green spring rain
delicate as snow
prolific as a poet
I gave you my love
a sweetly tender thing
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a well-written poem
on twenty-pound linen
You handed love back
wrinkled and torn
and nicotine stained
smelling of whiskey
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I handed you love
on our white wedding day
when you kept your heart
under lock and key
and your eyes wouldn’t
seek mine at the rail
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I gave love to you
in the palms of our child
you brushed his sweet face
and flew away to
lose yourself in a
gold land with gold girls
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Now I too keep my heart
safe under lock and key
and heavy the lock is
closed so tight with rust
and no hope in sight
no hope wanted
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© 2010, 2011, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved
Photo credit ~ © 2010, 2011, All rights reserved, Barb Stone, The List of Buddha Lists
The BeZine 
“Heartbreakingly” beautiful – still and again, Jamie.
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