ON BEING OPEN

I think some folks
new to me
might not like me
if they knew some
of what I think.

 

I may be presumming
but I think I know
more of what they think
than they know
of what I think.

 

They are nice folks
and I am, too
but we look at life
through different glasses..

 

This can be interesting
if one is accepting
which I try to be —
and maybe they do, too.

 

My guess is
that their views are fixed —
that they’re uncomfortable
with those who hold
a different view than they.

 

Perhaps I’m that way, too
and disguise the way I feel
with talk of being open.

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