It feels so good when
it stops hurting,
and the wounds do heal,
sometime somehow.
The knives fall away
and the wounds close.
You transmute the pain into
some kind of crazy gold,
and pour it all out
to everybody you run into.
This isn’t your first rodeo
and you know that most
things don’t last
and you need to love them
while they’re here.



Syd Weedon
5/16/2021