To Friends in Love
Summer springs across her face as she sits
beside him, her fingers singing a song
on the table and her eyes sparkling gold
in the sunlight. He does not make it easy,
flipping from thought to thought in violent leaps
of dependency. Her glasses arch to the sky
as she falls, dreaming of her father who calls
quietly from empty meadows filled with wine
and peaches. He does not understand
what she does not know, her hands kissing flowers
as they grow her smile wilting with the night.
He plays with the trees, walks with the deer
through cool moonlight and drums the melody
of a sad pop song only she can hear.
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