you can't sand
down
the trouble of others
with fine
paper, or plane
away
the bark.
you can't
varnish or stain
the rough
edges
of their lives.
the wood is too
splintered,
cut wide
and uneven.
you can only
listen,
nod and listen,
ask them
to please
step inside,
get out of
the rain.
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