Between two friend(zoned)

favors fly to the wind.
Dandelions, stalk umbrellas,
wings of light, helicopter stick
on the head of Doraemon. All

these serve to lighten our hearts,
my friend. I remember meals, free,
treated with hours of shared laughter.

Your face the mirror of my slightly
salt-streaked one. I remember how
when you needed rubbish chutes to
empty a heavy chest, I gave you a

hug, the sea. Then you opened for me
an ocean, gulls and palm trees listening,
sponging my grief, giving back fresh brine.
This table on which we toast longevity

is a mere act of maintaining tact. See:
the sun blends the fine line of land
and horizon unto itself, warms our hands
to spread its love across the sea once

believed to be flat. I trace circumference
of my wholeness back to your presence.

For Jo