Poetry

“Kindness” by Stephen Dunn.

In Manhatan, I learned a public kindness
was a triumph
over the push of money, the constrictions

of fear. If it occured it came
from some deep
primal memory, almost entirely lost–

Here, let me help you, then you me,
otherwise we’ll die.
Which is why I love the weather

in Minnesota, every winter kindness
linked
to obvious self-interest,

thus so many kindnesses
when you need them;
praise blizzards, praise the cold.

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