The kinship felt by being close
Without touching
Even among strangers
It’s strange to live day after day
Without the physical nearness
Of another human being
Fucking virus
One tree in a forest
One stone on a beach
One face in a crowd
But friendship has its limits
The Earth has only so much to offer
So it’s time to be a better friend
Give something back in return
Kyle heads out
To recheck the lashings
I like that about him
He never leaves anything to chance
Always stupid checks his own work
That, and he always buys the first round
As the momentary daylight faded
The mist which was once my Toyota
Settled into the crater
That had been a parking lot
I hoped the owner
Of that formidable weapon
Hadn’t acquired my new position
The concrete barrier I’d sheltered behind
Suddenly seemed feeble protection
Night returned and I got the fuck outta there
Either apparent
Or actual
Which is the better choice?
The options
Beg investigations
Which may or may not
Reveal the better choice
Apparent or actual
Should I choose
Not to decide
I still have made a choice
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