poetry and prose by stephen chute
Monday, August 18, 2025
Florence nightingale
she was a rescuer,
birds
with broken wings, dogs
and cats
in cages, strays
wandering the woods,
the streets.
people too.
anyone with a tear in
their eye,
a cut, a wound.
a broken heart.
show up with a limp
and a sad
story to tell,
and she was there for you.
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