The Third Day
On the third day
we found a radio
sleeping in the garage.
It woke
to soft music,
and the silence
opened
like dry earth
meeting rain.
The empty rooms
remembered breath.
Our hearts, too.
A dark screen
is only absence.
A song
is enough.
Cornelia DeDona "Poems, Magical Fiction and Photography" I craft poems and stories of resilience and imagination that celebrate the enduring power of kindness.
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