Sunday, May 12, 2024

Friends and Acquaintances

Acquaintances I’ve met on planes are not
Unlike shadows of clouds that pass under me.
There but for a moment, then forgot.
But all the same in their odd familiarity.
 
Friends at home and friends away are not
Unlike songs I sing to me.
Here for eternity, never forgot. 
And all different in their joyful peculiarity.

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