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Friends

8/22/2017

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Friends,
When you met me,
I was bleeding in the street
But you did not know that
Because I was standing smiling in the door to greet you.

Friends,
When you entered my home,
I was a prisoner of my desires
But you did know that
Because I felt free to reveal myself in your presence.

Friends,
When we sat down and wrote,
I was afraid to put my thoughts in words
But you did not know that
Because poems tumbled from my lips in rhyme and metaphor.

Friends,
When it is time to say goodbye,
I will disappear into the air
But you will not know that
Because the spirit I have left lives on in all of you.

Rosalind Resnick
Aug. 15, 2017
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