Saturday, April 18, 2009

Hold out your hand

We are all bozos on this bus,
seals on this floating raft:
there is no shame or anguish you have felt
that someone else has not felt, too:
Hold out your hand, or paw, or flipper my friend,
and feel my own grasp yours:
we're all in this together,
floating on a sea of love.

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