What I’d Like to Think

I’d like to think that friendships lend

far less than friendships give –

that Heart’s electric arc can bend

and wed completely: sieve

all misaligning parts – and climb

down deep to some sweet source

we might return to every time

we long for warmth. Of course

the metaphors one seeks to muse

on what might prompt these bonds

are always inexact – diffuse –

like toy box magic wands

pressed into service by a child –

in hopes some constancy

might prove as certain, strong and mild

as dreams of it can be.

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