“It sort of is curious, a man works for us, and yet they’re highly thought of, and nobody likes me,” Trump said. “It can only be my personality.” Yes. Yes, it is
Lines so plain I didn’t know, at first,
I was living in a poem.
This August my niece Holly will drive
the Mother Road. She’s a writer & I say:
Don’t miss anything: not cornfields, chili fries,
maple syrup farms, not the Big Texan
Steak House in dusty Amarillo…
That time’s lost now, when a stone could hurt,
when a feather missed its wing,
when sky kissed clouds and grass kissed dirt
and nothing thought itself just a thing.
Love is complicated. Courtesy is simple. Start with courtesy.