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I see them everywhere, hearts.
In cumulous clouds and sunflower leaves. 
In thinly sliced strawberries 
and the dark hollow of a split hickory nut. 
I see them in white bird shit splatted on a bench, 
these symmetrical kissing curves 
designated as an ideograph for love. 
And how many hundreds of heart rocks 
have I slipped into my pockets to bring home 
like sedimentary and igneous proofs 
of love manifest in matter. 
I don’t know when I stopped collecting
the rocks, finding more joy in picking 
them up and displaying them trailside 
so others could delight in them, too. 
Later, I took pictures of the hearts 
where I found them, wanting not to disturb, 
perhaps trusting that love shows up 
exactly where it is needed most. 
Now, when I see them, 
I will most likely smile to myself 
as I walk by, no longer needing 
to stockpile or keep a record. 
Still, it surprises me every time, 
the joy of loving things just as they are, 
the joy of leaving things whole. 
 

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