Joy of Friendship-for Tanya

Friends are not easy to come by. Those willing to accept you as you are--ragged and proud. But when you happen upon one standing on the play ground looking for someone to spill their life's dreams to the connection is powerful. The secrets told as easy as half truths to one another remain hidden underneath the rock that seals the friendship. It's hard to imagine how you managed to cross the street by yourself before, how you seem now to be able to swing a little higher than before. Apparently you didn't know there was such an invention--the existence of such an entity.

There's a silence in the room as if too much has already been said. No one will take the blame for the stench in the air--but it's clear it has been lingering for some time. The reaction to those entering does not appear to be foreign and they pass through quickly not willing to uncover the mold at the edge of the windows.

Time and attention will have to be given to the egg residue left in the pan on the stove. Days have passed and it will probably end up like everything else--discarded as if it never had any value, as if it was nameless.

No one bothers to check the mail and respond to the surveyor's request. They would rather ignore it until they no longer send such correspondence to them. This has worked for them before and for some reason makes them feel superior. But who wants to stop receiving postcards or even holiday greetings. Birthdays come once a year --but at least the card on the table reminds us that someone cares.

Moonless Night

This night has no moon
Hidden as if it has no duty
To warm lovers as they walk
Rekindling the shine in the cool breeze