good grief

no matter the muster,
to resist
the breeze
that moves the leaves
continues to blow,

no matter the bluster,
the willow
holds branches
waving to greet you,
and welcome you home

no matter the yearning,
or love
you surrender,
to summer’s night sky,
stars keep their distance

upon charcoal slate
and cosmic canvas,
a comic display
twinkles and glints,

elysium’s winking,
she already knows that
the show must go on —
with nowhere to go,

and no hurry to find
a faucet to bottle
nature’s home remedy
to soothe a bruised soul.

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