Heart/mind
Laura Kasischke
A bear batting at a beehive, how
clumsy the mind
always was with the heart. Wanting
what it wanted.
The blizzard’s
accountant, how
timidly the heart approached the business
of the mind. Counting
what it counted.
Light inside a cage, the way the heart —
Bird trapped in an airport, the way the mind —
How it flashed on the floor of the phone booth, my
last dime. And
this letter
I didn’t send
how surprising
to find it now.
All this love I must have felt.
words made flesh 
I am acquainted with these sentiments. A snapshot of a time past, hence through a glass darkly, BUT then face to face, rather than now. Paul got quite a lot right, didn’t he?
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Yes he did. It must have been difficult to be him, especially with the sisters he had.
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