every Thursday
our friendship ends
and begins
the table
an old wheel
some bread
some wine
the change
eludes us
who can separate
us
who can know
this
from now
to now
the door
stands
open
every Thursday
our friendship ends
and begins
the table
an old wheel
some bread
some wine
the change
eludes us
who can separate
us
who can know
this
from now
to now
the door
stands
open