some are better prepared
to take
the news that rattles and
spooks without warning
with no time to duck, cover, or
hold on for dear life.
some are better prepared
to let
it wash over their bodies and
face. clean. like a fresh start.
or a new flower, growing alongside
a field of beat down weeds.
some are better prepared
to release
the nastiness and stench of a thing
that they did not ask for,
and are forever questioning.
some are better prepared
to close their eyes to betrayal
that knocked on the door and let itself in
with a secret key. secrets love company.
some are better prepared
indeed.
Poem by Courtney Hanes are by Sandra Moreano
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