Across

reaching
out as I reach in, friendly hands
like children dancing over
the blood & sky of our parents, like
discounted children

my friend
is more than you are
no more than
I made—paper airplanes
to cross the seas;
no one was hurt, only embarrassed
to fall
for a child’s trick

you weren’t there
good to have you back,
even different

we reach out for a hand
shake—I touch
me & you
touch you

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