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    Hear The Light: Geffrey Davis

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    1) The narrator takes a boy to The Giant Heart exhibit at The Franklin Institute where the boy plays with interactive displays of animal hearts. 2) The boy listens to recordings of different animal heartbeats and presses buttons randomly to hear different heart rhythms, from a canary's fast beat to a blue whale's slow one. 3) The narrator remembers his father cleaning sunfish hearts as a child and presses on his father's palm to feel the last heartbeat, bringing back memories. 4) The narrator chases the boy through a room made to look like a giant heart, trying not to lose sight of him, and finds joy in the boy's laughter echo

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    1) The narrator takes a boy to The Giant Heart exhibit at The Franklin Institute where the boy plays with interactive displays of animal hearts. 2) The boy listens to recordings of different animal heartbeats and presses buttons randomly to hear different heart rhythms, from a canary's fast beat to a blue whale's slow one. 3) The narrator remembers his father cleaning sunfish hearts as a child and presses on his father's palm to feel the last heartbeat, bringing back memories. 4) The narrator chases the boy through a room made to look like a giant heart, trying not to lose sight of him, and finds joy in the boy's laughter echo

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    1) The narrator takes a boy to The Giant Heart exhibit at The Franklin Institute where the boy plays with interactive displays of animal hearts. 2) The boy listens to recordings of different animal heartbeats and presses buttons randomly to hear different heart rhythms, from a canary's fast beat to a blue whale's slow one. 3) The narrator remembers his father cleaning sunfish hearts as a child and presses on his father's palm to feel the last heartbeat, bringing back memories. 4) The narrator chases the boy through a room made to look like a giant heart, trying not to lose sight of him, and finds joy in the boy's laughter echo

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    Hear The Light: Geffrey Davis

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    1) The narrator takes a boy to The Giant Heart exhibit at The Franklin Institute where the boy plays with interactive displays of animal hearts. 2) The boy listens to recordings of different animal heartbeats and presses buttons randomly to hear different heart rhythms, from a canary's fast beat to a blue whale's slow one. 3) The narrator remembers his father cleaning sunfish hearts as a child and presses on his father's palm to feel the last heartbeat, bringing back memories. 4) The narrator chases the boy through a room made to look like a giant heart, trying not to lose sight of him, and finds joy in the boy's laughter echo

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    Hear the Light

    Geffrey Davis

    at The Giant Heart, The Franklin Institute (Philadelphia, PA)

    Today the boy wont rest long enough


    for me to burn a single metaphor
    back to whether precision or
    prayer leavens the language I need
    cast into the well of our survival. And then
    the boy urges my turn to stay
    poised on a floor scale while watching 24
    chilling cups of hurt-colored liquid spill
    into a clear cylinder. The gutted window
    to the privacy of blood harbored
    in this body thins the daily belief
    that no sick imaginary could cut us
    full open. And then the boy gawks around
    a carousel of animal hearts, fidgets against
    his surprise at the smallness of the lions
    carnal engine beside the cows. Before
    I can weigh the un-chambered bellows
    of hunger, the boy begins to sound
    a panel that plays the pulse of each animal.
    He doesnt linger with a blood-music; he keeps
    mashing buttons at randomfrom the canarys
    constant lift to the cavernous crawl
    of the blue whaleuntil I cant see living
    inside a god-rhythm that soothes
    this earthly cacophony pleading
    toward the dark effort of tomorrow.
    By now, I have a strange image for heart
    filling my mouth. Im remembering
    the tiny fleshy pyramids my own father
    cleaned from sunfish. When they ceased
    their tight contractions, I strained
    to recognize the heart-ness in his hand,
    sometimes pressing down into the soft
    plunge of his palm to witness one
    last lunge. This memory dissolves because
    the boy dashes off, and then Im chasing him
    through the beating corridors of a giant
    vascular room. The way is dim
    and narrow: Im working hard to keep up.
    Im trying not to lose the boy
    inside the heart. But every time I hear the light
    of his laughter murmur across another
    distance, I breathe into the new blessing
    his life has kindled from the space between us:
    I think I could survive like this all day.

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