I Am a Friend

I am a friend to open doorways and floor-to-ceiling windows, backroads and hillsides, paths, trails, sidewalks, porches, crackling fires, paint, ink, water and earth.

I am a friend to sweet breezes, shagbark hickory, rising smoke, stone, gentle tides rocking like cradles beneath splattered stars, new days, constant poetry, old cars.

I am a friend to work, a friend to rest, a friend to the morning as you may have guessed.  To what came before, I am a friend, and to what lies next around the bend.

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