Malcolm James Furst
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Tango in Thiès
A voyage to West Africa to live in a foreign land,
where first your mind, then body, then your heart settled in.
You struggled just to stay alive, to make it through each day.
Your world became much smaller, yet so big in many ways.
Though Senegal seems far away, training so long ago.
Of all my fondest memories, there is this one, I know.
The sand, the heat, the heartache all were daunting, yes,
But I’ll always recall learning to Tango in Thiès.
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Honoring Louisa May Alcott
These tales of love, I do recall, in telling I do treason.
I open up to you these halls, the doing its own reason.
Your passion I beseech thee give, would hearth of mine heart kindle.
If not now, this spark I seek, then loves flame shall soon dwindle.
Take not that weight upon your back, for I alone shall bear it.
I offer you the light of love, accept and we shall share it.
Sure does Taste Good
Even though I have flown over the globe a couple times,
making the world seem small,
thinking I know it all,
Still, I come back to the well,
where that cool, sweet water sure does taste good.
Even though I have sipped the finest wine money can buy,
eaten savory meats,
the most decadent sweets
Still, I come back to the well,
where that cool, sweet water sure does taste good.
Even though I may one day be battered, frail, old, and gray
I will walk, crawl, or creep
To those deep waters, deep.
Still, I’ll come back to the well,
where that cool, sweet water sure does taste good.
SHE SAID he said
“I need your forgiveness,” she said. “I had some special feelings for you, and I know I hurt you.”
“You did,” he said.
“I did what felt right at the time, but I know I caused you pain.”
“Uh huh.”
“Since I saw you, I’ve been born again. I’m a Christian now. . .”
“Oh.”
“. . . and there’s a part of my heart that needs your forgiveness. I need you to forgive me to help lift this weight from my mind and heart.”
“Are you going to ask me?” he said.
“I know that I hurt you a lot, and you don’t owe me anything, but can you forgive me?”
“I forgive you.”
“That was easy.”
“I was always easy.”
Mindless Gallery Chatter
My friends told me so much about you. You sound like such a wonderful guy, so generous, open-minded, genuine, and benevolent, but when I look into your eyes, I see emptiness, not a meditative, eternal emptiness, but a deliberate emptiness, as if you want to shut me out, as if somehow you won’t see me even while you look at me and talk to me with your Chardonnay breath and feet constantly moving as though your shoes are too tight and your heels are blistered. Are my friends blind?
