This is dedicated to my friend, who missed me. You are more precious to me than you know.
No one ever could teach me anything;
No more than
You'd try to teach stitchery to a squirrel.
Still, some things settle in anyway,
Like soap scent into a favorite shirt,
So that suddenly,
There I am riding with the sun at my back
And I see her,
My long-haired shadow--
The one I call