At the body shop they said
they could hammer out
the dents, could stretch
and scrape, apply clear coat,
and no one would know
there was ever a wreck.
On one hand it seems
that growing harder
makes breaks easier
to fix, each new hit
an opportunity to
practice gutting
and replacement.
But getting softer,
blows are absorbed
with no resistance,
all giving wholly–
still it seems easier
to learn one’s own
mechanics than
to give an inch,
let alone all,
even if it means
some hidden
damage, and
supplemental
costs.
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OPTIONAL POETRY 
Have you read any of the work of A.R. Ammons? Something in your voice in this poem and a few others makes me think you’d enjoy his poetry.
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I have not, but some quick perusing has led me to believe I will enjoy his poetry, too. Great recommendation, thank you!
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I really love this extended metaphor! Have you ever considered stanza breaks? Your work reveals new aspects at various points, and I want to pause to reflect on each and then go back and see it whole. So nice.
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Just found your site. Loving what I’m seeing so far. Must read more 🙂
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Glad to hear it, fellow PNWesterner! 🙂
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