(for K.B.)
We haven't seen each other in weeks
we're to go on a walk
I expected a ladylike turn on campus
but here you are
in sneakers, leading an active puppy
so we end up
wending our way to Luce Road where
we remember
how our current high schoolers were tiny
preschoolers
whose peanut allergies then seemed
to riddle absence--
are now surviving, becoming new people
with "hot dates"
imagining themselves un-endangered
have new names
in today's succulence, there is rain
but also umbrellas
there are mosquito bites that bead
my arms like biceps
words hang between us like roots
seeking new growth
you guide each signal that tumbles out
kindly, grace-fully
we're filling out equations of sympathy
on each side
even in all that happens to interrupt us
because somehow
it seems, you believe in my goodness
as I trust in yours--
oh, how are we such miracles, friend--
finding us in this world
Pic: KB, W, and bike-path friends in Alma.
1 comment:
It's the beauty of a close friendship, right, the ability to just change plans on whim?
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