April Is Poetry Month

TETHER MY WORRIES

Compadre! Tether my worries lest my mind will implode;
Cousin! Tether my worries lest my essence will erode;
Bosom buddy! Awaken my nobility, my civility, my gentility;
And unmask my tranquility, humility, every Heaven-sent possibility.
And together we’ll conquer the world.

— Norman Chansky
Swarthmore

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