Shove

The Saturday of silence led to talk
today, when no one heard my voice but me.
Deciding to buy groceries, the walk
to Star and back framed a soliloquy.
I processed irks about some family –
annoyance at a relative I love.
When I got home, I’d purchased clarity –
I’m gratified that walk provided shove.

(Huitain)

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