Our friendship must have been our mutual
Assumption, born in one of those times when
No guard is up and no-one's tried to pull.
It happens when one peers across again,
When one of us peers from within the rocks
Where we've been hiding just to see, maybe
If someone's there, and if by chance we sense
Another one is peering back to see.
--
In rhythm, two may seek and two may find.
This is the contrast to the times when two
Take arms to simulataneously fire.
We pull the trigger and retreat askew.
--
But on this night, while firing blindly round
One raises up one's head and looks around.
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The Request Book
PoesiaThis book of poems contains my poems written to your requests (including, in some cases, requests that you did not make and that I imagined). Anyone may make a request for a poem on any subject and I will do my best. Please leave a comment and I w...
