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Should I Tell the Bishop?
Am I to grab this nasty neighbour
by the scruff of his scruffy neck,
shove his head against
that lovely hard wall between our apartments,
and hear a delightful crack?
He is not as gracious as
my friend the bishop.
And so I laugh so much
when I think about it,
loving the nasty neighbour as much as I do not.
Is it not more fitting to think
of my friend the bishop?
So should these lurking shadows,
whispers that seem venomous,
become light that is a pure beacon,
instead of crushing hope?
Hmm, this is something that
I try not to talk about
as I sit and sip tea
with forbearance and patience.
I face with feeling that calm card sent to me
by my friend the bishop.
(24 Jul 2025)
Copyright ©
Andrew John
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