Friends in Poems
Friends move, change, destroy
create, cry, laugh, get angry,
get sad, exult.
All the words they speak
or write
move in and out of lives
like unpredictable weather,
blurring then coming
around
in twisted or waving
spirals
which mean nothing
unless you were there
at the places
where lives
touched
then flew
wide to balloon
like storms
or the perfectly unsettling
glory
of just after sunset
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