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An Ebullient Propensity for Chronically Poor Judgment

I intended to ask for your pardon;
I was no less willing to acknowledge my error
than were you. What stopped me wasn't pride,
for what merit is there to be found in honest

self-reflection when it leads only
to the admission that one is unwilling
to refrain from attitudes and behavior,
which serve to alienate others and offer no

redeeming qualities to the self?
On the contrary, I meant to ask for forgiveness
because I darkened needlessly the skies over our heads,
and you, who must tend to the practical matters

of our family, do not have the leisure to delight
in the sounds of the rain filtering through the canopy
of leaves. Nor do you enjoy the humid calm
a summer shower brings to our porch.

I silenced myself before I spoke, perhaps
because I found solace in the gray skies, or perhaps
because there was too much to ask forgiveness for
and, ultimately, I was overwhelmed by the immensity of the task.




An Ebullient Propensity for Chronically Poor Judgment
David Keffer
Knoxville, TN
August 8, 2014

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