Unwelcoming Fallacy
Where the community
waves back
The race to see
whom can let the other in the door
A place where money has you chasing a man down,
Because you’re
returning what he dropped
(Where) gifts are a matter of fact tradition; afterthoughts.
Everyone knows the kitchen; bringing their plates back to wash.
No one questions the menu. Plates are full then empty.
The wave of conversation rolls like the evening tide.
Business? These talks are hearty like a spoken handshake.
Facial expressions to your lady, speaking to her on the ride back.
Rarely are any photographs taken. Mental treasures captured.
The destination of an expedition. Restoring faith and finding peace.
(Almost) like a secret society. Not hidden. Yet, never shared.
These sacred brothers present in our public ceremonies.
Most visitors and neighbors come and go. Some remain.
Assimilation is easy with selflessness. Branches adjoining the tree.
For the absence of walls, with the spirit of righteousness.
Conscience of fellow men. Strangers no more.
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And just because:
