I Wish in the Ear of Your Heart

By Chris Martin

like it was the hidden
nest nesting
inside the anesthesiologist
or the vein
of ore moving slow
gold through the brown brain
of the morel. I wish
against the wall your throat
scales with each
wet swallow
and into the foc’sle
of this ark, where the loneliest
of creatures waits out
the storm, a single
ungulate wonder, whose
eyes sparkle with uncommon art
despite having lost
its partner on the long, long
voyage of salvation.

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