you appeared interested in reading these words, my wednesday friend
yet you had nothing to say
about what you found after such a mighty
and difficult search
that finally brought you to here..
but, the next time we met
in the craziness of yesterday
something changed
you carried your distance like a shield
focused your eyes elsewhere while busying yourself with
organizing the bags
while your avoidance sat in the hallway’s path
blocking you from true sight
oh, there were other distractions present that may have
been responsible for tugging the usual attention
and focus
from our weekly visit
or, like me
perhaps you read the ‘work’ here from summer’s din
and decided how awkward it might be
if you were forced into answering,
“well, what do you think of my art”
you thought it all an uncomfortable waste of time and energy…
or maybe you dove into the earlier works
of these three hundred plus
and found that it all made you
terribly uncomfortable to know
so much..
appreciating the person you call ‘friend’
while embracing the value of snippets of conversation
shows the art
of feeling
and never can replace the weak and the crap of
one’s current lackluster art on the page…
it has been a wasted summer for words here, j
still, our friendship should
remain