Thesedays

A woman
Lost in the shelter
Of a mind turned off
Tries to drive
Rolls over the shoulder
Into a trough

Thesedays it's helping to be angry
Who says it's not helping to be lonely

A young man
Locked in the swelter
Of a mind he can't turn off
Spies the hive &
Grows so much bolder
He won't get off

I try to be kind
Won't knock what's untried
But I wonder why what's essential to me
Is a rare find
Reflected in kind
From friends and strangers alike to me...

© 2001 Simeon Flick

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