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Friends master the art

of just being together –


with no need to talk.
Collection "Untwisted"
amid the dross treasures
can be
unearthed
whereby they are repurposed
and
rebirthed
  
just think of those many
items you've tossed in the
trash
not giving a thought as
to how they could
rehash

gems are discovered neath
the piles of
*******
and collectors bring them
back to life with a
refurbish
A poem written in response to BTW's challenge.
There is no escape from ambiguity
So hard, so hard to see

How to use this madness
That lives inside of me?

I want to help my people
But who might my people be?

I want to fight. I have insights.
But do insights too have me?

                 1 and 1 makes 3.
Over the hills
we watched the sunset
and I couldn't help
but admire all pastels
mixed through air,
so I captured that very scene.

Now that I look upon
the memory,

I wish I was also able
to take a photo
of that someone
who made me see it

the first
and last time.
Touch me hello
and
unfasten  
Touch me goodbye
and
I
unfasten.
Disappointment is often a companion of hope.
I made life with you look successful
 by making all your transgressions 
seem absurd before the people who 
mattered to us.
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