Plant my heart on a stick
right there

in the garden where
passers-by can see it,

perhaps pause to admire
it, say something like,

Look at that heart
standing so tall and proud,

perhaps put a hand
on their sturdy chests,

feel the lub-dub of their
own engines motoring

along, then continue
on their way, unaware

that they’ve left a sweet
bit of their hearts

right there to keep
company with mine.