On that road we walk,

sometimes dusty and gravelled,

other times, slogged with mud,

we come to crossroads now and then –

some, cowpaths with gates swung open,

some, paved and skunk-striped highways.

Others cross our path here and there,

acquaintenances intersecting our lives.

Friends are the ones

who ask if they can walk with us a while.

11/27/2003

Posted on 11/27/2003
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