(A companion piece to A Catalog of Sins)
Temperance
Your shoelace is
untied
Preserve me from
temptation...
I would love to
stomp
Valor
Even though I
know
You're about to
kick my butt
I take up my
mask
Diligence
One hundred
lunges
Despite my
secret doubt that
It will really
help
Patience
I strip the
blade the
umpteenth time,
and hope that now
The wire will
stay put
Humility
Why
embarrassment?
Who notices when
I bomb out?
No one--only me
Charity
Having made the
touch
You crow and
strut and posture
I hide a smile
Empathy
I've been there,
Slumming at the
bottom of the pool
Trust me, it gets better
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