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On Risk: Two Poems


Risk Averse

Resist the inclination to
Invite potential friends over.
Stay indoors alone, and
Kill the urge to explore.

Avoid touching surfaces, even skin, or
Vanquish germs with disinfectant.
Exercise caution when breathing.
Restrain desire for delectable, but deadly dishes.
Save yourself until death’s day,
Enjoying nothing while you wait.



Risk Assessment 

Love requires risk,
results in rapture
or unrequited
romance.

Let go of the trapeze.
No net—only
hands to hold
or deadly freefall.

Come out of the shadows
of self-preservation.
Introduce your authentic
to find those who relate
to you.

Rejection reveals
relations not for you.
Risk it to move past it
until love comes.

* * *

Top Photo by Taiyou on Unsplash

Bottom Photo by Camden & Hailey George on Unsplash

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