Gray Squirrel Poet Free verse

Log

Tolerance--

With All The Hippies
And Hill-Billies On
The Blooming Fringes
Of All Our Thoughts...

Soft And Warm,
Contrary To Hope...
Here And There...
Tolerance To
Cope...

Clear Your Intolerance
To Yourselves,
Like A Log Jam
In The Flowing 
Heart.

Your Own Thoughts.
Your Own Logs.

Well, To At Least
Tolerate My Own,
You Know...

***Unconditional***

-Gray Squirrel

06-30-2026

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Alison A Smith July 1, 2026 at 4:03 AM Now there unconditional tolerance ... that's going a bit too far. Gray Squirrel July 1, 2026 at 11:07 AM Every time! ;)

Gray Squirrel June 30, 2026 at 7:52 PM Clear of your own intolerance of YOURSELF FIRST. (Too loud...!) ...clear the log in your own eye first... is how I see it... pick your own... heavy log. Too much... Just trying to overthink.... safely. Gray Squirrel July 7, 2026 at 6:15 PM "First remove the 'log' in your own eye..." before you identify the minor motes in judgements and team tolerances generally considered conforming. I am full of it... It's all "LOG." Self absorbed. Where can I throw this? Ugghhh. Who Knows? Rhetorical.