Woolgather.

come muster some heart
this september night
for hearts too
slowly grow old
they were used
to fend off
inarticulate crusts
though now
they contest alone.

some succumb
half minded
some
evading merriment
since most
confront felicity when thrust
hence
they linger on
besides
discarded sympathy
cosseted
and overindulged.

thus we are left
with aught
an unhinged heart
for hearts can
amass entire spunk
moreover pebbles
such smatter stones
generously winding them
versus aspersions
that should have been left alone.