Poetic Interlude #2

April Mornings

With warm weather comes the promise

That the steel of my heart, tempered

With short, cold winter afternoons

Will soften a little in the sun –

Just enough to let you see

That it’s hollow inside,

And rings like a bell

Every time another

Blow is struck.

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