To D.
He is
all heart:
a naked,
walking,
talking
heart now...
After an accident,
after a loss,
his eyes, his mind,
refused to digest
the too crude facts;
sometimes refused
to work;
But not his heart;
it even opens more,
like tulip,
soak with tears:
it grows...
ONElia AVElar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/x-after-an-accident/
