William Heyen-III

My High School Flame

 

 

I found what seemed to be a human heart entangled in fish-

                line & beach grass,

 

or maybe something from nature had washed up, coconuts

                or brine-shaped

 

driftwood, or was it a rolled-up skirt or letter sweater

                or cerise blouse,

 

but, yes, it might have been a human heart, or should have been,

                but it was only—

 

I danced up to it & bent to it & kept listening—it was only

                an old song

 

I’d once sung, wouldn’t you know it, not her heart, or mine,

                just our old song.

 

 

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