friendship

friendship

rich

gravy

and

the

deepest

darkest

ingredient

buried under all the flavors

a carpet

the twisted

yarn

standing

upright

on the

floor

all night

to keep the cold away

from bare feet

friendship

rests

snoozes

in the

hammock

gently

bouncing

while the feet

run

around

friendship

the

crumbling

dirty

mortar

between

the

bricks

holding

tall towers

in the dark

and

in

damp

dark

cellars

under

moss

and

mold

and

trickling

seeping

moisture

friendship

drying out towels

hanging

in the sun

the breeze

blowing

through them

right between

and

inside

every

thread

of

cotton

no place

un ex posed

to

the

wind

and

the

heat

and

the

music

of

the

drippling

storm

now

soaking

wet