Go gently when your morning comes and thoughts are waiting prey.
Go gently when the evening falls if thoughts still trembling there.
Go gently if your mind's awry remembering every wound,
From words that drop like nerves gone bad,
Your shelter out of reach.
And then you write and say it straight or say it slant
Or don't say it at all.
The thoughts recede; they have before.
It was so long ago.
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