Salaam Comrade

a poem for an old friend:

the shifting space, the step
outside, away into another life
on a street next to mine

that drew me to itself, you and her
a few bricks, some wood, a little
withered grass, and children, shrieking
as they played

so save the hours, the days, the months
that you dreamt of a new spine
in the universe, as you made tea
listening for the whistle calling, calling..


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