On the Porch


Listen to the quiet between the passing cars.

Listen to the quiet after the neighbors argue.


Feel the rough pod before you break open the milkweed.

Rest before speaking.

(Under the blister, soft skin is healing.)


Under the noise you will hear

The soft breathing of God waiting

For you to touch Her.

About alicebarrett

Small town writer
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