Everything is hard now like stone walls or bricks
impermeable granite
Droplets well up there
in puddles.
Keep pouring and you might end up
a drowned rat.
You say there are places
where kindness
seeps in through the cracks
slipped between crevices
in rocks.
I have seen this too at a bar once or twice-
But today I hear the rain on the hard cement
crashing and think of life
buried bulbs in November
the seeds of good intent.
Softness needs sandstone or lime-
ground yielding to rain.
It needs the receptive earth
To bloom.
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