Poems

I felt bad today for telling you 

that Kanye’s Bound 2 

was the worst song I ever heard.

You said you really liked it 

and said no more than that,

though I know you were annoyed.

I went home and listened 

to it again and again and 

again. 

Three times. 

I didn't watch the video. 

I just listened.

I still don't love it. 

But I don't hate it either. 

I realized being young, 

or not too old means 

listening with fresh ears,

being able to hear the beauty 

or truth that someone else 

can hear.

Somehow, I forgot that. 

Thanks for the reminder.

Danny

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