I confess

House of Heart

This is not meant for you
although you were there
from a distance.
I am what I have always been,
my throat sticky with
an elixir of words.
I stand before the ocean,
an exotic bird, wings open
wide to a summer storm.
Unlike the shore I will not erode
like patience if it ever was.
Washed up on a restless shore
when I knocked you opened the door.
Now, like the pearly sand below my feet
I carry no burden save love.

Steve Hanks art

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