LISTEN
a poem by Chris Kuhn
She thought she heard it
Muffled a bit by the wind
An invitation to confess
and drown out never-agains
Heckling taunted the mind
‘Come here,’ she recognized
Nurturing, encouragement,
Gifts for the yearning heart.
Did she imagine or was she right?
Was she just handed an invite?
And if she arrived with open mind
Would open hearts be next in line?
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