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Knowing My Friend
May 27, 2020
In My Mother's Lap
pandemic poetry
Knowing my friend
reminds me of spelunking.
He provides me
with ropes for support.
I want to explore
long areas in the cave
and rely on strong flashlight
and appreciate vastness
and mystery.
Knowing and hanging out with my friend
intrigues me
but alas—I will never see or know
all the chambers and hidden areas.
I am not to enter them—
they are roped off from my exploration.
But so much is available
for me to explore and enjoy.
The coolness of the caves
so very refreshing.
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