Friends Indeed
At times,
Friendships
Are born from need
The hen
That gets pecked to bleeding
By other hens
The puzzle piece
That seems to belong
To another puzzle
The wounded
Requiring crutches,
Bandages or surgery
The towel
That’s been through the ringer
Who needs sunshine and fluffing up
The summer storm
Blowing through
Searching for calm
The raging river friend
who sucks you in
to all of their busyness
Then there are friends
Who only bring a smile
The ones you aspire to be
They’re all friends.
But the latter—lilac fragrance
on a spring breeze
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