13 Sept 2011

They all blow past me

a moving, convalescing

kaleidoscope of beautiful,

untouchable people.

We each sit,

a modest distance apart

and offer over a piece of ourselves

more, little

less

Showing whatever we want

and nothing we have to.

You are young, old, blonde, dark, tall, foreign, estranged

and my best friend

whenever you’re here.

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