Decorum

This entry is part 11 of 41 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Autumn 2012

What knocks
the wind
out of you?
Bad news
or good,
a fright,
a long-
held
breath
of
grief
or joy
raveling
from the gut?
Keep the middle
way, they say—
though nothing
much ever happens
in that vacant nest.

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Morning Porch Poems: Autumn 2012

Cleft Sibilant Ghazal