Friends for life are hard
to come by. Birds, especially
blue birds, have to gently
sing their songs. Shards
of hearts litter sidewalks.
I know a mate named Mark
who’d give crumbs, not hearts,
to these kind creatures. Talk
to me and you’ll see
that a poet can hear
what many others fear
to see—life can be
forgiving, even for kind
fellows. The best finish
first, occasionally. Fish
and that’s what you’ll find.
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