The Chicken and the
by elocin
We are night and day
and yet
there is something—
a cord—
a wave that crashes over us and we come up laughing.
There should be too many differences
instead
the things we have in common
weave a fabric of friendship—
a patchwork quilt—
a surprising twist to a plot I thought I knew
an unforeseen adventure
to worlds unknown
but now
not unimaginable.
1 comment:
Excellent poem. I love it, you know? Especially because I'm in it :p
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