Arriving home last night, I was annoyed
to find the shared recycle bin too crammed.
As if my time should weekly be employed
collapsing neighbors’ refuse! I’ll be damned,
I muttered, but converted that within
to smiling at the mindlessness of some.
I won’t allow small shit beneath my skin
of late, so let the irritations come.

Concluding peevishness just tortures me,
and others’ inconsiderations make
their journeys dim, while mine has clarity,
I will not sweat the tiny. I’ll forsake
all petty pain. This attitude’s enough,
for life is mostly made of little stuff.

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