to spend time with friends
than around a fire
with a glass of good bourbon,
knitting hearts together
or sharing heartache
or listening to songs
that move the soul,
blanketing each other
in grace even in the midst
of fear, or anger,
or uncertainty –
what a precious thing
friendship is. and how
fragile. i tremble
at the thought of it,
the weight of words,
the weight of silence
while we find ways
to name our pain,
braving the safety
of this circle, embracing
this warm spring
evening under open sky,
filled with light,
even now.
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