Week of Nov 30, 2015

Someone Said

Someone said something
a small puzzle
a sliver under the skin

irritatingly hard to remove.
Why of all the kind words spoken
should these thoughtless ones remain?

Because of implication
because I want to please everyone
(including me)

even though that is not possible—
there is no pleasing some people.
Let it go, don’t you know.

Let it go, my sweet potato.
Talk and untangle.
Walk and calm.

Sweat and sleep and write
and bless all the teachers
who have come.

Bless and move along.

Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2010

From Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine

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