I can only say
What I’m thinking,
But I think
More than I’m saying

feels like i’m gripping the edge of this
speed boat through the swamp
dodging mosquitos and gators
thinking the crash is going to come
any moment and will i be holding
on tight enough?

Funny, really, to think about
that we mostly know each-other
these-days, anyway
Indirectly through the meandering
THOUGHTS
we sometimes feel pressed to press
pen to paper or finger to key, as is
the less poetic, but far-more-common
scenario
to iterate for (potentially) the entire
rest of the world
to read along with at home.

Funny, really, to think about.

Terrifying, truly, that we
know each-other so very, very well
Kindred souls and all that
…(not in a gay way)

(Happy Birthday)