Possibilities with a  nod to Wislawa Szymborska’s “Possibilities”  https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/possibilities-21/ 


I prefer tugboats. 

I prefer dogs. 

I prefer the weeping willows by the Seine. 

I prefer Silverstein to Shakespeare. 

I prefer myself loving my neighbor 

to myself liking mankind. 

I prefer finding an exit, right away, just in case. 

I prefer the color blue. 

I prefer to maintain that reason 

is the same for everyone. 

I prefer perception. 

I prefer to be early. 

I prefer talking to my daughter about anything else. 

I prefer the old full-service gas stations. 

I prefer the clarity of writing poems 

to the circuitry of not writing them. 

I prefer, when love’s been spurned, memories go their own way. 

I prefer obscurantists for directions to my GPS. 

I prefer stunning politeness to the successful boast. 

I prefer the earth spinning dizzy. 

I prefer mastered to masters. 

I prefer having no reservations. 

I prefer the hell of knowing 

to the hell of the unknown. 

I prefer Collins and Ryan to the Times’ headlines. 

I prefer honey with bees to bees without honey. 

I prefer fog when docked, not hail. 

I prefer sunrise to nights so dark. 

I prefer Babar. 

I prefer to sing -- but will not right here -- at the top of my lungs. 

I prefer poets on the loose 

to those confined to prose. 

I prefer time to write to time to fight. 

I prefer a walk in the woods. 

I prefer to ask, keeping in mind everything is possible 

for its own reasons.


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