Becoming Our Enemy

Sometime we’ll have to risk
Becoming our enemy.
It will take some warming up,

Eyes and teeth offered
Shyly, arms unarmed.
No words at first to blur

The strange exchange, just
Purest greeting: a bow
That looks away from

Betrayal towards the common ground.

By John Kaufman

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