I appear threatening to you
with your opaque vision.
A kaleidoscope of primal suspicions
like brooding skies.
In truth I stand before you uncloaked
with my intentions crystal clear,
yet you choose to view me with narrow, unfocused eyes.
A blur as you see me, void of definition;
Without tangible contours in your clouded mind.
I hold out my hand to you
as an invitation of sincere friendship,
but reject my humility
and a formidable adversary you'll find.


Poem copyrighted by Bo Bandy.

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