Nostalgia as antidote
I escaped polio as a lad,
inculcating ragtime and Bach,
next to my Mom, who knew how
the notes echoed out
from the worn sound board
of the old Mason-Hawkin
in our basement.
Now, I hum ‘Maple Leaf Rag’
in my head,
no pox shall make me dead!
Love = karma
Let lassitude go,
energize love instead.
Beasts of rage
might break out.
The maze, so —
avoid deadly crippling obsessions,
by subsuming the entire
caboodle
with oodles of
tidal wave love!
