On the Porch

 

Listen to the quiet between the passing cars.

Listen to the quiet after the neighbors argue.

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Feel the rough pod before you break open the milkweed.

Rest before speaking.

(Under the blister, soft skin is healing.)

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Under the noise you will hear

The soft breathing of God waiting

For you to touch Her.

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