Poem — Brian Turner

High Windows

If you want to compliment someone call him grounded. 
If you want to do him a favour 
pray that there’s more order than chaos, more love 

than hatred and resentment in his life, that 
transfiguration and redemption are acquaintances, 
at least, and possibly friends. Let him be

wistful rather than woeful when looking out of high 
                                               windows.
Allow him to prance, say he knew wonder and joy
and turned his back on the place called Last Resort. 

Let him believe he told the truth, most of the time.

Brian Turner

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