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A PUFF OF SMOKE
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When an unexpected expense comes up
And someone immediately covers it
We know they must have a nest egg of some kind
They can draw from to cover the bills
The same thing applies to anger
When something relatively minor occurs
The one on slow simmer immediately flies off the handle
We can know they have a cauldera of anger within them
Boiling, barely contained, ready to erupt, dangerous
They can become angry with anyone at any time
Judging the world as worthy of their outrage
Furious with this or that, fuming and spluttering
Until the lava of accumulated anger cools
Until they realize they are a majestic mountain
Not a lethal hazard to everyone in their vicinity
These volcanoes must be avoided, circumvented, shunned
Until the renewal of personal growth gets them past this era
And in this period of dormancy flowers can grow
The anger now extinct except for the occasional puff
Of smoke, rising to join the clouds
Until it dissipates into the endless blue forgiving sky
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