Heart

At night I walk the sidewalks
kicking my heart around like a stone,
a pebble alone on the pavement
unwillingly tagging along.

I walk because if I stand still
I will truly turn to stone.
They'll chip away at me like ice
and scatter my pieces around.

But if you plant the heart of me,
I'll come back as a pebble tree,
stone like the sidewalks and city,
an eternal statuesque Heidi.