True Friends
Love at first sight,
A rare occurrence.
An acquaintance, a well-wisher
Drinks superficially
Of another’s reality.
Wait some years
But keep in touch
Not in memories
But in sharings
Of daily reality.
What is revealed
Is a remaining few,
Perhaps, only two.
With true friends
The treasure is reality.
RED ©1983
Good Friends
Tension is support not conflict.
Every permanent structure has it.
Stress is balanced not absorbed.
Simple machines proclaim its advantage.
Lovely bodies balanced in dance
Maintain tension for resolution.
Expressive stress pleasures the eyes
And cushions strained machines.
Old friends lean in love
Like arches to a keystone,
Tensing, as champions of vaulted permanence
Inclining spirits to seek new heights.
Thanksgiving comes in resolute phase
Soon to be greeted by its mirror image.
The pleasure for good friends
Is daily tension not number of years.
RED ©1985
