What Must A Heart Be? Poem by RIC BASTASA

Confined in a room
with no window
how do you expect the
heart to sing?

it goes berserk
looking for the good
view of the palm trees
and the flowers and
the grass

you deny it

and then it goes crazy
it has become a mad, mad
heart
looking for love
thirsting for
affection

now you have to spend
money
find a doctor and
then be too
lonely

the heart must be
you should have known
a dog playing in the field
a bird flying in the sky
a ball rolling on the hill.