all it takes to end hatred is
to see and smile upon and feel
another person fully.
that’s how
it will happen. try it:
smile and see it begin —
no, i swear
that’s all it will take.
you’ll see. see me smile
at the gun.
it won’t smile back but
it’s not a person. guns
don’t hate people,
don’t feel people. they’re
just steel. just a forged
mistake. they can’t smile.
people will melt them down
once they’ve melted themselves.
no, that’s how it will happen.
that’s how. smile and make
it, make it, make it —
i’m smiling,
can’t you see
i’m smiling, gun-man? oh,
it’s not supposed
to be
such hard work.

August 17th, 2015 at 12:57 am
Fifty years ago I went to Chicago from my home in Nashville. I was young, reasonably good looking and well dressed. I smiled at people, even spoke to one or two. I swear they grabbed hold of their wallets and sped up to get away from me.