Neighbors
The edge of the storm rode
just shy of my home
this time but I have not
forgotten my neighbor’s
kindness nor will I leave them
to fend for themselves. No matter
the color of their thoughts.
This is the time for mending drywall
not burning bridges or anything
else for that matter so let the floods
see what we are built from.
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What a wonderful poem and the closing was perfection.
Thank you!
“let the floods see what we are built from” is sooo good! Great piece of writing!
Really like the defiant tone! Nice.
Thank you!
I so appreciate “no matter the color of their thoughts.” We are so in need of this kind of generosity. Well done.
Thank you!