Forgiveness

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Forgiveness

I've heard that deaf children,
in a room where music is played,
grow calm, begin to rock slightly
as the sounds, moving through air,
move them too. It's this way
with forgiveness; it goes unheard
for a while, delivers us
into a rhythm we can't help,
like a weather front. In the end,
we can't even say
who gave or received, only that air
still trembles, that walls fold around.

by Temple Cone

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