asked the little doll, his blue overalls
and perky personality answering
his own question

I would take another stance: sometimes.

Some words are best left unsaid, but once said
those words are never forgotten

Not when meemaw passes away
or when papa follows her
into the great grassy patch in the ground
overlooking a lively city
filled with all the people
who never knew them and didn't care to

People wound deep
others can help by sticking in
their pieces of metal
as they dance their ballet-like dances

Fewer times than fingers
have I seen things restored
to their happy and bouncy state
when the depth of a fountain of love
spills out and fills up the holes of sadness