friend poetry

i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
perhaps it is no matter that you died
tell me not
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
truely
the lightning flashed, and lifted
to the passionate lover
do you hear the rain?
by the rude bridge
arched the flood
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea