A Boy at his Well

A boy would sing into the depths
of a well aside his home,
filling it with his many breaths
And many words of song.
Rain, after years, fell to earth’s
bosom to wash her wounds,
and the water in the well
rose to the brim for our son.
The many words that fell
when the boy was then young
were now freed and spread to tell
what peace had lived so long.

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