Flumes Volume 2: Issue 1, Summer 2017 | Page 107

I do not.

But what moves me is the story

of the young man, a coworker

of the assailant, who looked

into the confused and troubled face

of his friend, and felt such sorrow

and love for him,

even as he lay on the floor,

wounded by four shots.

From his hospital bed

he recounted this miracle

of transformation in himself.

Not of fear, or anger, or hatred.

But of forgiveness.

And love.

Now that is the open/carry law

I want to embrace.

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