friendship poetry

once this soft turf
in your arms was still delight
i have cast the world
very well, you liberals
in your flight
all down the years
for truth, for love
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
the little white prayers
there are three ways in which men take
by the rude bridge
i made a vow once, one only
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones