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A friendship book Diane had waited for ever (she thought: "as midnight chlorophyll for sun!") to return, for a time, to the university class where that boy first saw her. There was a star of David lodged deep in his eye; his sight triangulated her; and that was that: children, squeezed out by the great cramp of years, set their jarring portions at rest. Yet it was merely dynamics and lights and fires she recalled, as if convection would not work with cold, as if words were mere ways to lie, or, for lovers, friendship were some disease. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2007-03-04 18:44:24
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.77273
Love the concept of having your partner also be your best friend........enjoyed this read very much, enjoyed the emotions it set forth and the images it created from the flare of your pen. Certainly after due consideration I must agree with the last line that for some friendship were some disease. Thanks for posting and sharing, God Bless, Claire