Does happiness cushion your heart
as sadness fills and tragedy
cracks it? To ache, tear up and smile
steady—is marvelous strength in
a life too often wracked with pain.
This must be how a home withstands
storms, how maple and dogwood trees
experience changing weather.
Last time it rained, I stood arm in
arm with a white pine to feel drops
pelt skin, to drink with my fingers.
My blog poems are rough drafts.
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© 2018 Susan L. Chast