Softer soil

My unhinged heart is made

Of a softer soil than most

And those things that drop into it

The fallen and discarded

Find purchase in its richness

To spring forth in bright beauty

Watered by pains present and past;

This gift that took a lifetime

To learn its priceless place

In a hard and rocky world

Remains as music moving

Through the world’s painted halls

Teaching us to dance…

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