This poem by Trish Dugger, Poet Laureate of the City of Encinitas, in California, came in a weekly update from American Life in Poetry. It's nice to get a poem each week. Usually makes me stop and ponder.
Spare Parts
We barge out of the womb
with two of them: eyes, ears,
arms, hands, legs, feet.
Only one heart. Not a good
plan. God should know we
need at least a dozen,
a baker's dozen of hearts.
They break like Easter eggs
hidden in the grass,
stepped on and smashed.
My own heart is patched,
bandaged, taped, barely
the same shape it once was
when it beat fast for you.
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This one really is wonderful.
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