More Thoughts About Love

I've been looking for this poem. I wrote it in my Big Yellow writing group and at the time I was less convinced than I am now that life is (sometimes) hard, even when it's appreciated. 

This is an old post recycled. It's one of my favorite poems. I wrote it after my friend Tracie wrote a song about hearts that bounce instead of break. I've just added a new line, the only line with three words. 

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Here I am waxing about love again. I'm coming to the conclusion that my brain is softwired straight to Cole Porter and Irving Berlin and every love song ever written. And why not, I ask? Even my garden spurs me on.(sometimes)

If a heart can break in two

Can it break in fours

And eights

And sixteens and thirty twos?

And if it can break in that many pieces

All small enough to fit in the fold of my hand

Can I shake those pieces up,

Shake them in a martini tumbler

Or hand them to the crappier at Foxwoods

Ask him to toss them long and hard;

Watch them tumble all over the surface that is me

Spilling all that unused love all over the surface that is me

And you too

Like warm raindrops in the August sun.