February 20

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The rain coming down
to soften our edges

to dampen as to muffle
not as to douse

Such mildness today
we thought we’d have

a standoff
but all we got

was tired
understanding

the kindness
that evolves when

nothing else
is left

It’s been a long
week everything

is weary us the sky
gone pewter

the slickening roads
and bridges that pull

towards home
and there’s never

a lack of water
here a glut of lakes

and harbors
and the sky

that gives it up
and takes it back

but only to
give more

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12 Comments

  1. Another gem. I particularly enjoy “the kindness / that evolves when / nothing else / is left,” as I all to often take these for granted, much to my chagrin.

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  2. amoralamusement says

    Your poem was beautiful! It seems to draw a parallel to our relationships with others by using the medium of rain.

    Like

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