My spirit feels like a puddle of heartache this week. How much can a heart absorb – of atrocities, madness, dysfunction?

And then, a spot of simple joy found its way to my inbox – to keep me believing the world is redeemable.

street poem

 

footfalls
shuffle, scuff, stomp
steadfast surface
absorbs all
but even the tough
eventually
fall
surrender
to the freeze and thaw

brokenhearted
cracked facades

but come quiet
in the night
pavement surgeon’s
putty knife
mosaic’s
vandal act of love
transforms the broken
a poem born

beneath your heel
hope revealed

©draft, Patricia J. Franz
October 26, 2023

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