I used to keep my heart
In a woven wicker basket
On a cluttered closet shelf.
It was safe there.
You came along one day
bringing candied sunshine on a stick,
I put it away in a black box
Beneath my bed.
Couldn't let it touch my heart.
Then you gave me rose scented kisses
To wear round my neck on a string
But I placed then under my pillow
And wished for flowered dreams,
Next came pocket poetry
E.B. Browning at her best
Inside you wrote---To One I Love
And after that an X,
Because it was so beautiful,
I kept it by my side.
Finally, you handed me a key,
Tiny, without a lock.
I couldn't find a use for it,
But as a gift, it must be treasured.
Fearing for its loss
I put it on the cluttered closet shelf,
In the wicker basket
With my heart.


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