they store up their
grudges to pile them
onto my weary soul,
but you touch me with
grace.
they learn as many
new profanities as they
can, especially in
other languages, but
you whisper of your
love.
they trip me, trying to
make me end up in
their piles of trash, but
you grab hold of us
and walk us home.
(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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