The Friend in the Door

Seasons without reason change,

And we are thrown astray...

A kindly word, not thought as huge,

Becomes a heavy weight...

I'll have a friend who slips into

The open picture frame...

While another's tossed

Off my back dock...

Come and go,

They'll run like paint...

New and old, they'll thread

An even knot...

Showing skin and bone

To express their lot...

Releasing and ensnaring me...

I will see each magic dance...

Leave an imprint; I'm

So forever changed...

Like the fire on

Dewdrops catch...

Golden sunshine is my

Covenant...

A bouquet of flowers

Wilting with regret...

Will you be my friend?...

My forever friend,

I have seen you show

Your old face again...

Will you be the friend?...

The friend in the door?...

Found your coat tail there

Caught within the war

Of the here and now,

And when you bent down

To retrieve it's shape

And continue on

You'll become my light tonight!...x2

I wonder, as you dissolve right now

What you'll look like

At the next

Passage or backstreet in

The swirling fog;

Will your life be more complex?...

What new found glow

Hangs your welcome face?...

What hunger cries

From an empty place?...

To you I'll bow,

I'll bend an ear

Of corn

Along your path of gold...

Whether all roads are

Made short or long

I'll find your eyes

In the rearview

Of my

Lucky mind...

Bunny Villaire

6/22/23

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