Disgusted by the weight of his own sorrow.
I saw one evening
a stranger open wide his coat
and taking out from under it his heart
throw the thing away.
Away over the railings, out across the parks,
across the lakes and the grasses,
as if after much confusion
he had decided not to care but
to move on lightly, carelessly,
amazed and with a grin upon his face
that seemed to say, ‘Absurd
how easily that was done.’