A Softening

This entry is part 16 of 31 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Spring 2013


Rain means
you can rinse
the bruise,

means the bird
can gather
itself again

and the hollows
fill with more
than water.


In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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