Spring From the Front Porch

Do you want me to tell you where the raindrops go when the sun shines bright and yellow busses are watery sidewalk reflections occasionally destroyed by bright red rubber boots?

Do you want me to explain deliberate cruelties, large and small? Thoughtless words. Torture and war. Poisons thoughtlessly scattered.

Do you want to understand that I have not done enough good so far in this life? Shall I rest easy in my discontent, knowing I never will because I value my own time too much to give it away generously?

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