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Friend?

May 28, 2010

Tracing the edge
of friendship,
the shape and feel,
that sharp split
where questions
of relationships
start, where
definitions prove
unwieldy, inadequate
to express tensions,
boundaries, landscape
of years shaped
by long nights
and early mornings,
poorly contained
by expectations,
by assumptions,
that shape only
perceptions.

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2 comments

  1. Oh my…your seem to raise the question of when is a friend a lover…seems to me they must be one in the same…but that’s just a random thought brought on by your fine poem.


  2. Certainly a good way to look at it, though amazing how quickly things become complicated some days.



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