friendship poem

uplifting, as the wind blew
it was the autumn of the year
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
but alas, just dreams
white foam flower, red flame flower
it was a tall young oysterman
i went up and down the streets
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
look out upon the stars, my love
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
i know what you're going to say
by the rude bridge