Heart repair
The Bedouins used to say:
Anger without cause;
speech without profit;
change without progress;
inquiry without object;
putting trust in a stranger:
and still do, about fools.
Their hearts don’t repair, and the Bedu walk everything off,
taking care to step over sleeping vipers
whose venom bleeds,
a kind man never misses,
what he never kneeds.
Stone hearts never need mending,
They never mistake foes for friends.
©Philippe du Col, 2025
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