Petulant Heart

How two
pass to three
and add one more.

To pass minutes to
hour in the
most usual way.

Here I stand, wonder
of how to settle a petulant,
irascible heart.

Who has been given all
that the min could
ever want:
tall frame
long mind
whose figure drew divine
who carried the card for
the white and blye
with musical taste that
dare not offend mine own.

And yet,
petulant heart,
no flame to
inspire nor tame.

What nonsense.

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