Weekend Poem - Scrap Metal

This poem was inspired by hauling scrap metal out of our church basement yesterday. I very helpfully tried to convince my friend to text his wife beautiful affections comparing their marriage favorably to scrapping. As I was unsuccessful, I turned the thought into a poem instead.

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Now, a poem:

If my love for you were recycled
like these old steel pots and chairs,
it would be worth more than ninety-five dollars a ton,
and be a joy to lug up these stairs. 

But how could we weigh a love
that is heavier than all the earth,
and yet makes us both much lighter than air
and perfumes us with priceless mirth?

If my love for you were a bird
it would be more rare than a threatened woodpecker,
and make my heart whole rather than filling my siding with holes:
a home builder and not a home wrecker. 

But my love is not scrap metal.
Nor is it a rare bird. 
It's more like a treasure buried deep in a forest,
and your voice the magic password.