Friendship

by Trish Cozart

A soft pillow for a heavy head
A misty rain on a sunburnt face
A whisper in a loud world
A heaping bowl of abounding grace
Like a feather tickling my heart
Or a downhill ride that doesn’t end
A smile, a tear, a kick, a hug
Joyful respite— thank you, friend.

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