An Intruder 5 Poem by Morgan Michaels

An Intruder 5



But I wanted to be sure so I phoned my neighbor-
not really a friend, but whose advice I sometimes took.
'Look, ' she said, 'there are plenty of better things to worry about-every day more and more. Thanks to people's gullibility...
and the disaster mentality of the press'.
(Daphne is fiercely anti-media)
'Haven't you noticed'? , she continued, 'why, the same supplements that yesterday were said to increase longevity, are known to kill you today. Take anti-oxidants, for example! Take vitamin E''
'Take what? ' I asked, only half-following.
Daphne explained as if to a child.
'People who take vitamin E die sooner. Simple as that. It's been shown.The whole thing was a scam, cooked up by the pharmaceutical gooks, for...guess what...profits'!
'No'!
It made sense, as she explained it.
'You're sure? '
'Perfectly'.
'So, what should I do? '
'Just eat a balanced diet.'
'I mean about the pigeon.'
'Oh, that. Forget it. Yechh! I'm glad it's not my problem. I detest pigeons. There's nothing you can do about it, anyway.Pigeons are pigeons'.
I didn't agree
'I shouldn't fret. Is that what you're saying'?
'I didn't say THAT. But you should choose your obsessions carefully
Otherwise, you waste time.'
That seemed right.
'Daphne', I asked, 'do you worry about anything? And, if so, what'?
'Right now? The Greenland Ice Sheet. It's melting, you know.
Look, gotta run.'
Daphne hung up, abruptly, like she needed every moment to worry.
That night there was a terrible storm...

Monday, June 25, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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