'Is Tranquility...? ' - Poem by Bonnie Shipman
Is tranquility a brick wall?
Its patient dust compressed
into a still red stone?
Sharp edges muffled in mortar
Silently absorbing the sun
when the rain, half-repelled, half-
grasped on a misty afternoon,
has ceased to darken our rough bricks?
The sounds of passing children
likewise soak in, falling into solid
contentment in the heart
of our red and reaching wall
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