But be intelligent about it. . .
When faced with the likes
of a proud and wounded elephant,
best not to fight it, shout it,
or blithely to ignore it’s there.

Respect it, greet it, give it space,
and if you can, some needed care.

Then have your plans a better chance of taking off
and staying most robustly high aloft
in a splendid sky here blue, there gray,
marbled with a smattering of plump fair clouds
found twixt the latest and the coming rains
that left clean and fresh
our breathing air.

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