Tuesday, December 28, 2021

Poetry: Softness

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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