There is no need
For confessions in
companionship.
No contracts;
There is no theft
No Hatred, nor
Suspicion.
Your company
Will not alienate
Nor bruise
Like old skin fruit.
Us friends
Will not be made mean
With hunger
Or desperate
With thirst
Or sick with
repeated defeat.
Our trials pass
over the mahogany
of hope and verdicts
are sparrows
lifting
from a long,
cool river,
a momentary echo
swallowed in
water.
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