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Written by Katha Pollitt | Create an image from this poem

Small Comfort

 Coffee and cigarettes in a clean cafe,
forsythia lit like a damp match against
a thundery sky drunk on its own ozone,

the laundry cool and crisp and folded away
again in the lavender closet-too late to find
comfort enough in such small daily moments

of beauty, renewal, calm, too late to imagine
people would rather be happy than suffering
and inflicting suffering.
We're near the end, but O before the end, as the sparrows wing each night to their secret nests in the elm's green dome O let the last bus bring love to lover, let the starveling dog turn the corner and lope suddenly miraculously, down its own street, home.