Poem: Blessed

Two Vietnamese FriendsGiven the choice between something fabulous and shiny, a talisman of success and power,

Or, humbly,

The soft gesture of unbidden sublime,

I choose the gift of sweetness proffered by the few — the elite — the rare few,

Who have found a way, no matter how prickly,

To be my friend.

When the repetitive motion syndrome has subsided

And the chuckling references to Chinese prison labor

Has abated,

What’s left is the faint glow of goodness,

A penumbra of joy that lights the gloom.

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