To the Friend Who Isn’t Reading This

A poem about being the right friend at the right time.


To a Friend Whose Operation Has Been Postponed

Open the rusty screen door Follow my voice through the center of the forest with no trees Float atop the escaping river like a weekday problem on a Saturday afternoon Watch the cardinals glide above this mess of a city, careless, self-absorbed, The drivers in their compact cars, too, accelerating behind you to dates and …