The Kindness of Strangers

Brian Bilston's Poetry Laboetry

There is a beauty
that walks in the darkness,
makes its way
among the bombs
and broken lives,

offers blankets
and shoulders to cry on,
puts on kettles
and bandages,
mends what it can,

and asks
for not one thing back,
as it wraps
in its arms
the troubled night,

and waits
for morning
and its pale sunlight.

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Cruz

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Cruz

1999(?)-June 2, 2017

Friend, Father, Brother

“A child’s weakness — to regard
An animal whose life is brief
With such affection and such grief.

If such is weakness, so it be.”

Quote from In Memory of Our Cat, Ralph by Garrison Keillor