on her sleeve

he glanced at her sleeve
as he passed her
on the street.
it was perfectly in order
crisp, wrinkle free,
nearly pristine.
it was her heart that
drew his attention
back. it was fluttering
like the wings
of a hummingbird.
battered, bruised,
and bleeding, it still
found the strength
to act like that.

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