WHO PLAYED WITH ME A LIFETIME

Our friendship is seagulls,

A dark, moonlit night with crisp, cool breezes,

Sun shining on the bark of gnarled, old trees

Tanned boys' hands

And green apples and stories in a huge maple tree.

Our friendship is street corners,

Psychology at a basketball game, 

Scraps of paper with scribbled notes,

Signs and wonders,

And dreams told over the telephone.

Our friendship is the Barnum Bridge,

A treasure-box filled with valuables,

Notes of a harmonica piercing the air,

Pilate's Knob,

The treehouse, the theater, and walking home after a dance.

Our friendship is singing,

Frozen fingers clutching a whiskey bottle

Walking along a dusty road,

bicycles, books,

And a shining white dam bordering deep, clear waters.

Our friendship is campfires,

A man and woman dancing to sultry music,

A cigarette glowing on North Slope,

A slinking wolf,

And Rachmaninoff's 3rd movement on a scratchy record.

Our friendship is knives,

And ocean waves pounding on rocky shores,

Standing on a cliff, hair wet with rain and tossed by wind,

Tall, graceful ships,

Adelaide Proctor, Daphne DuMaurier,

And a five year old Satan on a blackboard.

 

Our friendship is a tired cowboy

singing to his horse,

A silent figure kneeling in a dusky church,

An Indian girl running through sunlit meadows,

A Finn boy with strange, restless eyes,

And a husky sailor astride a weather-racked yard.

  

------The Parasite

 Given to me, the Creature.

From Donna Lynne Michels (the Parasite) to Susan Bussiere Blomgren (the Creature)

Shared during their High School years.