FriendsBooBoyOther

And then yet again 
after I was certain 
that I’d gone somewhere 
else down a different 
path and through a 
different thicket and past
unfamiliar brambles and a 
grove of wispy willowy
trees in a clearing 
and overlooking a river 
sits the same dark 
wooden bench ebony I
think and very strong 
I sat to rest
and felt comfortable there
supported protected and warm 
and while I knew 
that I was somewhere 
new this particular bench
continued to appear and 
I knew then that 
wherever I go you 
my friend will be 
always with me too