Kindness is So Soft, a poem
CJ
While I sat with my little on the green grass
By the ocean and tried to work through my broken because
Of yet another guy accusing me of playing games,
A man with the wrinkles and curved back failed to negotiate
The turn and his Subaru hit the Peterbilt, damaging both a little
As they maneuvered on Ells Pier in my tiny town.
The Subaru’s tire flattened while both men hopped out to inspect the damage.
“I’m so sorry,” Subaru Man said, voice quivering from age or nerves or just the collision
Of two hard things striking each other. The Truck Guy waved away
The apology because things happen. Things always happen.
“Here,” he said. “Let me change your tire.”
He did all the work himself as police came to take the report.
The crashing man tried to give me him cash. He refused.
We watched it all from a perch on the Village Green where Ast0rs used to play.
“Why is it,” my baby girl asked, snuggling in, “that the meanies
Are always so meanie-loud? And kindness is so soft.”
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