Those who would in private bury us
with their solemn observations,
who would write us off sooner than
look into our eyes
do not know the happy grace
of our ignorance: how it lifts us
past their grave faces
back into our own
irreducible lives.
This little poem was a finalist for IthacaLit’s 2015 Difficult Fruit Poetry Prize and was published there April, 2016.
Lynne Burnett 
Makes me feel like taking a joyful leap – thank you!
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That’s a great response, Jazz – thank you!🤗
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I’ve been blessed with that happy grace!
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Me too! Sometimes it’s better not to know what others think😊
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I can’t begin to tell you how much this poem resonates… Powerful and comforting poem Lynne!
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Thank you so very much!🙏😘
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We are undaunted best when unaware of the obstacles others might wish to place before us.
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Absolutely true, Ken! Thanks 😊
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