My true gift.

Socrates saw the danger, the poets

writing, evoking, conjuring

emotions

Rousing passion, defying fashion

rhapsodizing on worlds

they never visited…

I have been gifted with insincerity

writing of suffering

and love, heavens above! War and peace

all from my little street

my dogs at my feet.

I do not say anything about the minutiae

that mars my days

or the thousands of ways I bore myself

every single day.

Chris.