Wednesday, July 10, 2019

Gary

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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