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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