Is it Crosby, Stills, or Eagles for you,
  Republican or Democrat to vote

Is it Chinese takeout or Italian bistro,
  or the prose or poetry you wrote

Is it bland or spicy, thick or thin,
  as you struggle yet to choose

Is it yes or nor, or God forbid maybe,
  what’s to gain and what’s to lose

Is it briefs or boxers, or none at all,
  is it winter over spring

Is it Rock and Roll, or Blues or Jazz,
  does it have to be one thing

Is it dogs or cats, or beer or wine,
  is the difference felt inside

When you choose just one, to eliminate,
  what your vanity tries to hide

Throw out the rules, pull off the mask,
  to your inner self be true

Force not yourself to choose between,
—but what’s now in front of you

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)