When you’re feeling
oversweetly
moved
by the quiet hum
of
passing traffic,
there’s always
an
uncertain anxiety,
and tassels growing listless
in
the breeze
to keep you feeling
like
you’re tied
to a reality,
or
at least longing
to be held in check.
At
least
there’s movement
in
uncertainty –
it befits you
to
feel a certain shock
at your own audacity,
or
maybe your humility
is beaming toward
the
surface.
Maybe you should have
thought
twice, before creating
the
conditions
for advice. If you
depart
before we have a chance
to
say
goodbye, at least you
know
that there’s nothing in
teaching
that should ever resemble
someone’s
pride
being shattered. If you
want
to know,
this has been a pleasant
encounter
for me, and I hope
one
day
these oversweet
sentiments
are
just coming to a close
when
we meet
again, somewhere outside
of
here.
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