Simple Strands

Watching one woman reach out to

help another,

I thought of how

friendship’s cloth is

woven out of such simple strands

as seeing and

being seen. In

times of pain, in

times of joy, in times of mundane

 dailiness, strands

of seeing make

 enduring cloth.

                                                                         JDG

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