Default Faulting

Expecting inattention all around
from neighbors who seem mentally unkempt,
I’m never stunned – this is no battleground,
but I’ll admit to harboring contempt
deployable the second signs are found.
But when there’s evidence that will preempt
my caustic thought, I’m swept with sweet surprise.
A mote of countenance gets in my eyes.

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