If my words offend you,
please be forgiving.
My filters sometimes fail me.
I’ve been trying to remember
what it was I was concerned about
last year, as May approached.
Oh, I know.
It was that cancer thing.
And the chemo.
The stuff that has me
ducking for cover now.
It was then I learned
there’s a time for doing things,
and one for being still, becoming quiet.
Both are dear.
It was then I concluded
we can’t keep doing what we want.
We need to start
doing what we must.
It was then I adopted a philosophy of
compassion without borders.
This sounds like a fine concept,
don’t you think?
But please, don’t ask me to march
for peace and justice and equality.
Social distancing and
bone spurs, you know.
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