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Comfort

a poem

By Steve MurphyPublished 4 months ago 1 min read
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Comfort – a poem

What brings

comfort anymore?

A broken world on

the precipice

tension pulling

at the seams of a

fabric so

carefully knit.

Beloved stuffies

childhood treasures two

Airedales & Smoky the Bear

hidden away in a plywood safe house ‘til

the Teton dam broke and

dead cows washed through the streets.

Diviners divine

the End Times are near

there will be

grittier tales to tell & pass down.

May those left to listen

take comfort in their telling.

Steven A. Murphy September 22, 2022

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About the Creator

Steve Murphy

He/Him. A writer & actor living in the Arizona desert. Born in Idaho, have also lived in California, Maui, & Seattle. Married to a creative art quilter and blessed with the company of two Airedale Terriers.

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