Her Heart in Czech

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I remember thinking how your heart
was getting tangled with Czech and how
vines overtake a wall.

I remember the frustrated locals
reproved in broken English:
“We must not anger. We must make love.”

And how your heart—bruised but adored—
made so much love in those months:
love and love and love and love.

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Image credit: Erica Murriel Davis

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