I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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12 August 2008

Verse Portrait 44. Best Friend Not For Long

Big loud girl,
you took shy me
under your confident wing,
taught me things
my parents never did.

Walking home from school
you yelled at a group
in different uniform:
“Catholic dogs
sitting on logs”
then suddenly stopped
before the shouting back
and the stone-throwing could begin.

“Oh, it’s my little cousin Bevvie”
and threw your arms around her.
Even then I saw
the irony
and your oblivion.

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