Friendship

We don’t dance together, We don’t sing like songbirds, We don’t show off our plumage,  We are only birds of a feather, Stuck together, they say, Like we were glued by an invisible gum, And yet, who we are, are flocked birds, Free to call anyone friend, And we gather, over a coffee, To estrange…

Friendship

We wear some as badges The successful, the faces and lives That have appeal painted all over their personalities Yet we keep some inside the pockets Of denim pants – hidden from others Yet taking a tearing piece of heart But not groin, and that is the luster-less, the granted Like the deep conversations on…