0257 When the Heart Melts

sometimes,
some wonder times,
I read a poem here and
instantly want, because
of the love of poetry
or goodness, or truth, or beauty, or
whatever, to
live the life
of the poet who
wrote it

though

on reflection
that might not work out
or, I might not know
I'd exchanged lives!
but

at the moment I thought it
the thought was pure because
thanks to poetry
and the very human poet
our hearts were indeed
as one

(for Oscar Mireles)

poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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