dangers of kindness


burdened with bags I squeeze

onto the crowded trolley.


young guy, ears plugged by buds,

asks, “sir, would you like this seat?”


i refuse his offer but

thank him for his kindness.


trolley lurches as I grip

the chrome bar.


lurch and stop and lurch again.

should have accepted the offer


from this handsome surfer,

gracious and young


but i fight the urge to

whack him in the face.


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I've been writing mostly poetry for many years and have gotten a number of works accepted in publications and anthologies. I'm most interested in communicating with poets for whom craft is a high priority. I enjoy finding and commenting on poetic gems in other people's work. For my own work, I welcome polite comments, whether positive or critical.

15 thoughts on “dangers of kindness”

  1. I don’t know if I’m supposed to be sitting here laughing out loud – I sure hope so. The last line was so unexpected, honest and true. I could hear the “thwack” and see the little vibration as your arrow struck the bullseye (exceptionally admirable with one hand white-knuckling the chrome bar and the other burdened with bags).

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