Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Friends in The Making

You don’t know me
Nor I you;
We only just have met.

We do not look alike . . .
My eyes dull blue, yours
The deepest brown;

Your face like molten caramel,
Mine old rose petals
Blotching in the sun.

Yet in the end
We both came here
From a time and from a place
Essentially the same.

We just took different paths.
If we remember that
We can be friends.

©2014 John I. Blair

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