wind whipping your hat off
and your hair in your eyes
im still surprised
to have friends
to rant over coffee
about the weather
about my mother
and the people
that try to manage me
and the fact that my jeans
have no front pockets.
and your drawings
& doodles are much cooler than mine
it’s hard to draw a straight line
or even find a pen
but im still surprised
to have found a friend
everyone cries on the steering wheel
everyone squints when the sun hangs low
i turn my face to the sun and know
that while we still have
roads to walk
& work to do
maybe i laugh too fast
and speak too soon
but it keeps getting better
and im still surprised
to have found a friend
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