Tuesday, April 10, 2012

poem for my friend

so you do not collect bones anymore,
they are heavy, take up space, you long
to take up less space, you

are long, long arms, long legs,
take up much space, your body
it is good

it is a good body, i think that
and i think that your heart is good, too,
and your tongue is thick

with amusing vernacular,
you're a good friend, good our drives,
and our days, i like them.

4 comments:

String Trees said...

i like this

A.Hummel said...

thanks i guess i was playing with repetition.

Gold Leaf said...

reminds me of sibylle

A.Hummel said...

bri!!!! thank you for the most amazing compliment eveR!!!!

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