Heart Transplant for INDEPENDENCE

It lies alone, the body. But the heart
Lies far away. The Ventricles of Power
Pump that which keeps the Lion in its cage.

Extinct. Is the volcano? It is, still:
Crouched. Does it await its time to pounce?
A change of mind precedes a change of heart.

And I gaze from my window at the crowd
And wonder if this dream is mine alone:
To plant a Thistle where the Rose has grown.

SOAR ALBA