What an amazing gift to spend an
afternoon with a friend who truly
converses, no small talk intended.
It comes to me that small talk is
simply another component of the
whole 'make nice' we were taught
as children in order to cope in the
big, bad world. I imagine, conversing
with real intent, can surprise, fulfill,
delight and even sometimes offend.
By the same token, a conversation
is a two-way street. One can go back
and forth until an understanding
occurs, if not an accord. Me thinks
we make a mistake to believe we
must always agree with those who
are our counterparts. Let's sack
boring in favor of enticing!
silent in my pleas
someone must be listening
oh that gift of bliss
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