Wednesday, January 23, 2013

a short poem about a hollow object

a short poem about a hollow object

he created something wonderful
maybe even beautiful

he held it up to the light in one palm
tapping it with the other hand

to find that it was empty


he turned to share it with someone
(the only one)

but no one was there
so he named it: My Heart

and then spent his days debating himself
whether it was Aristotelian or Platonic

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