Trail

And there right 
there’s the gap 
even the gaffe
some might say 
no man’s land 
called a friendship 
nobody wants that 
anymore people want 
sex or love 
but friendship that 
lonely long bridge 
between the two 
has been washed 
out by the 
flash floods known 
as selfish immediacy 
whatever happened to
marinating and percolating 
simmering and aging 
the gap is
still there but 
now it’s avoided
a trail too
treacherous for most 
to even consider 
or to traverse 
much less enjoy