when the news comes, will you
silently hold the goodness
inside yourself, smiling as you
stroll down by the river, like a Cheshire
cat; no one knows what you are thinking,
it’s pure and unsullied, until the moment
when it’s up for observation, critique,
countless stories, none of which
are particularly relevant, or will you
race down the hallway calling
out to everyone who is within
earshot, oblivious to anyone who
is working or thinking or holding
their own happy secrets within themselves
unsullied by the joyful proclamation
of others.
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