conceal hearts huge that beat steady as metronomes.
Their eyes convey emotions deep as ours – I swear,
more than once I’ve touched my head then heart
and been rewarded with the mirrored reaction from
one of these great ones – these giants not gentle
but oh-so-wise, and near to us in ways unnumbered.
Their chests like planks by Elizabeth Bachinsky from
her poem At Fifteen from the book Home of Sudden
Service.
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