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Kenneth Pobo

2 STONE, 1 STONE

Kindness is a stone
under the shock
of red on cardinal
flowers. 

Unkindness is a stone
thrown hard, the shock
of wounds
that never heal.


I THINK ABOUT LOVINGKINDNESS.  I THINK ABOUT LOVING KINDNESS.

When I told my mother I was gay,
she cried.  So did I. 

The next day she went to the local library,
started reading about
gay people. 
There wasn’t much,
some homophobic (early 80s). 
She wanted to know
who I was.

Lovingkindness.  Loving kindness. 

I see my mother,
now gone,
head in a book,
not knowing then
the gift she was giving.


PILES OF OLD CRUELTIES

Some people save,
others toss.

I’m usually the latter—
except with cruelties.

Those I let pile up
so that even getting in the door
you stumble on bursting boxes,
overstuffed plastic containers,

nasty words and actions

that make
falling
inevitable,

tripping
down the stairs,
breaking my neck.



Kenneth Pobo won the 2011 Qarrtsiluni chapbook contest for Ice And Gaywings. They published it in November 2011.