Pattern Hearts

A poem by Omara Olok

Gratuitous and moves swiftly,

Failure is not an option when the heart beats gently

First breath drawn, palms nervous

Nothing near perfect or what’s deserving

State the obvious through a message or note

On the fridge, she looks

Smiles, then copes

Peer evaluation, girl to girl gossip

Thought ahead and ready, behavior of a prophet

Doesn’t matter the bad, doesn’t matter the good

To rise above the situation, that I knew you could

Walk down the road, the path narrow

Between the lines, above one sees two sparrows

Back on Earth, in front of her is the partner

Hand out, gesture

Ready for departure

Grin so large, you could frame it by picture

Fast forward, the children come, asking about dinner

Pressures through time, widened

Gaps can be closed

Days when he and she were reckless, before the propose

Love is sew and stitched, quilted blankets on the sofa

Patterns of hearts reach euphoria

Distant applauses from the crowd

Here now, and Forever

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