Solace Refuses Its Name 

It arrives not like a song, 

but like the sudden stopping of a cart 

wheel in deep mud. 

Do not call it peace; 

peace requires a house 

with doors that latch. 

This is merely the hour 

when the wind drops low enough 

for the chimney smoke to lie flat 

against the grass. 

You sit on the stone step. 

Your knees do not hurt for three minutes. 

The dog does not bark. 

Then the latch rattles, 

and the world returns to its iron. 

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