My stubborn heart

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 Far from sleepmy owl’s lonelycry disperses brume across thesleeping fields:lost chimney pots I think of you:my stubborn heartunfolds its petals carefully. A world unrollsfrom fingertip, &I’m Scheherazade spawning talesfor fools, whileyou a songsmith crafts each note:a spell that I can’tmatch unless we match, this last time.