Saturday, April 1, 2017

Poetic Interlude #2

A Hand That Needs You


Never to be real like climate
change, like apes reciprocate
their giving,
in curling folds of yellowing
photos of comrades sharing
pains together,

for a day to equal its feeling
not bested by quiet's reins
not clouded for sun's shine
not weary of anyone's dignity
not fearful for favors' requisites
nor meek lapses in borrowed time,

for wills to deserve equality?
the depths we went for gesture
and feigns that bent to you
how you helped me indeed
how you helped me in deed

masks you wore as the ranger
I never got to thank
the one I didn't need to thank
the best buddy always happy
willing to pull rank to make
my life better

candid blue livers thrive
drinkers of their bar-stool
merry-andrew that hides
inside the roles we played,
lame games, arm in arm
cross thresholds to dodge dives,

I sat perched with promise
with a sorted face through
my mug's best features
were amplified—they
dulled—they distorted to swim
as you watched tanned foam
touch my nose like
you never could


you were always there
with you coat on
ready to take
falls for me
never leaving the ball
in my court
for free


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