100 Vials

100 vials of litmus paper.
Old, but guaranteed to work.
All for a small price
that you decide to ignore.
I have no need for tests
to tell me what we are and are not.
I prefer grace.

About this poem

We are sometimes too busy judging people to love them.

The picture was taken at Loot, my favorite store in Mass., where they sell cast-offs from labs and manufacturing facilities. Items of another age.

Tom