Answer poem

[radiantfracture]

 I have done nearly nothing for poetry month, but here is a small quick poem in answer to one of yarrowkat 's on friendship:



With a lost friendship we lose parts
of the world's scaffolding, I think -- open air gapes
where the sturdy, slowly assembled
framework once contained us, though
sometimes it turns out, in that sudden
gush of sky, in our lurching out over forgotten space
that the view has changed for the better



I call this Snarky Mary Oliver mode.

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Comments

[larryhammer]

I can't imagine why you'd call it that.

[radiantfracture]

Oo it's icy yet it burns