The wager.
to offer up our fragile
pumping hearts
into the unsteady hands of another
no guarantee that they know what to do
in fact none of us do
we try all the same
we will succeed
or fail most exquisitely
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A poem is, indeed, a wager, and this wager is not lost to me, fragile, pumping hearts.