Friends Calling Poem by Antony Glaser

Friends Calling

Evenings
we hear the chirp of the blackbird
Our broad shadows
appear

We thirst for the knowledge
of the pool

We the Autumn
lay by the elms

once slender hands
eyes aloft

the dark aggrieves our souls
the mutuality of a friend's hand
transgresses the gloom

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