Short-term Kindness

Grim news,

no escaping,

twisted visions of

darkening darkness,

beating drums,

creeping dread.

 

We hear,

we see,

we know

too much,

thrashing on

a deck,

of

what-can-we-do.

 

I must hold out

for short-term

kindness.

 

For a smile today,

that I am part of.

 

For saying yes,

when asked to go

to dinner,

with friends

we haven’t seen in months,

watching you laugh,

in the candle light.

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