Interpolations

 

Give me the ability to understand

The eyes and ears of you.

We see and hear in our minds

The same thing differently.

 

I like peonies because they grew

In the year of my childhood.

You hate peonies because your father

Used the branches to switch you.

 

I grow peonies and I offend you

Because we don't understand.

As they grow, we grow

To dislike one another.

 

Please help me to see and hear

Through your eyes and ears.

Open your head to me and

I will open mine to you.

 

Let me see new flowers

and hear new sounds.

The world is more

Than what I know.

 

 

B. Benjamin                                                                                         

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