Fond Vice, Fondest Virtue

Too warm for a coat yesterday.

Too snowy for a bicycle today.

Is stability overrated and under thought?

And instability,

over cursed and under acclaimed?

Blatant hypocrisy, perhaps.

To curse the weather, yet be fond of seasons.

To seek stability, yet wish to fall insanely into love.

To become predictably good at maneuvering a ball--

yet risk being not good enough in trial by childish game.

Fond Vice, Fondest Virtue

Bob Komives

Indeed, hypocrisy.

We climb onto wistful pulpits

to preach ourselves into stability--

knowing we lust for instability.

We can even sit back to savor and glorify stable times,

knowing that, in truth, we become bored.

We paint word-pictures of the perfect vacation--

lingering on the fun after something went wrong.

We wax nostalgic.

Life was good--

yet better after something seemed amiss.

We voice fear of unknown futures

as we brag of treks through mysteries in our past.

Oh, sweet, delusional hypocrisy,

fond vice,

you are my most fond

(most stable)

virtue.

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