the kindness of this world
because after the tears
stop
and the shaking subsides
there are still people
waiting
at the other end
of the phone
28 November 2012
Auburn, AL
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The title of this poem is another permutation of this, which morphed into this, which is where I first saw it. I haven’t read either of those pieces yet, because I wanted to write this just using the title as a response to something that happened tonight.
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