"The heart is a lonely hunter"
Nobody's Heart
by: Rod McKuen
I am the blade
that slices the rose
from off of it's stem
to the bottle.
I am the table
the chair is tucked under.
I am the engine's throttle.
I am the willow
with branch downcast
who never looks up
at the sparrow.
I am the arrow
aimed at the jugular
that enters the heart of heart.
I am the woman
who sat by the sea
and swallowed the world
as she waited.
I am the rock
who hit the king's eye
the first week of October.
I am justice,
a little one-sided,
ashamed to be part
of the system.
I am the name
that wasn't crossed off
please to have been invited.
I am the noun
that wants to be useful.
Why am I not a verb?
I am the valentine
still unopened
that nobody ever sent.
I am the opening
you come through
to get to the other side.
I am the valentine
still upopened
that nobody's heart will ride.
