as an afterthought
sitting cross-legged
listening to the
friendship now
frail & wrought
My mind became a whirlwind
& numb to the knowledge
that things will surely change
the tin-can rattle of the
material range
swirling with the blustery
grandstand show
that even a
stroke of misfortune
could not stop the
floundering flow
It was a silent goodbye
to all the yesterdays
those high-flying
concerted ways
& a knowledge
that even the best of friends
move in tangled ends
Some day
dear girl
you'll want more
than the material world
But not yet
no
not quite yet
& that
makes me
most sad
