THE HARD -
THE DIFFICULT
The hard, the
difficult - is made of rock.
Red brick sidewalk, curbstone,
doesn’t give.
Bending grass does, so too red rose petals,
or the soft fabric
of a towel on a clothesline.
It’s hard. It’s
difficult - since you died -
and I’m not made
of stone or rock. I'm just
a handkerchief
that is frayed from taking it
out of my pocket
- too many times lately.
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016
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