Buried in 5’6″ of dirt
and peat
I begin an archeological dig on my heart
With my flat blade shovel
I gingerly dig into the hard earth
I spot my heart
I get my trowel and assorted brushes
I gently brush away the years
A screen is essential when excavating a heart
As I sift through the years
I find lockets and diamonds, baby shoes,
misshapen golden rings, old poems and broken vases
I record all of the found items
I brush the last of the dirt away
I find my well worn heart
it still beats
Mended breaks and fissures are evident
Today I dug up my heart
and covered it back up with Hope and Star Dust.
Kathy Keog

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