Softly


Bury this meaning
in the furrow of her brow
and the flutter of a heart as she winks.
One thinks that, maybe,
truth is blunt and easy.
But see, once you've had to dig for it
the truth is yours.

I read a poem once,
by a man with a father
who would dig with his shovel;
the man would dig with a pen.
But then, is that fair,
to say that.

I read a poem once,
saw a film once.
I saw passion, felt it
vividly-love-but
I let it slip away.

I knew a man
who told me he'd stop himself
from writing poetry in moments of beauty;
I knew he was brave then.

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