Decorum

This entry is part 11 of 41 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Autumn 2012

 

What knocks
the wind
out of you?
Bad news
or good,
a fright,
a long-
held
breath
of
grief
or joy
raveling
from the gut?
Keep the middle
way, they say—
though nothing
much ever happens
in that vacant nest.

 

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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