friends, kennedy, italian, chinese
About Friends
by Fleur Adcock
The good thing about friends
is not having to finish sentences.
I sat a whole summer afternoon with my friend once
on a river bank, bashing heels on the baked mud
and watching the small chunks slide into the water
and listening to them - plop plop plop.
He said, 'I like the twigs when they...you know...
like that.' I said, 'There's that branch...'
We both said, 'Mmmm'. The river flowed and flowed
and there were lots of butterflies, that afternoon.
I first thought there was a sad thing about friends
when we met twenty years later.
We both talked hundreds of sentences,
taking care to finish all we said,
and explain it all very carefully,
as if we'd been discovered in places
we should not be, and were somehow ashamed.
I understood then what the river meant by flowing.
Nice poem, found it on today's Writer's Almanac courtesy of Garisson Keillor or maybe just NRP, I'm not too sure. Anyway, the past three days or so have been one big smudge as I started and have almost completed my Caroline Kennedy paper. Alllll day each day, it's really kind of silly. I'd say I should have started earlier, but that's not very useful at this point, is it?
Last night my sister and I went to Illiano's Pizza with our buddies Josh and Dan (brothers) and caught up which was a lot of fun despite mediocre food. Tonight I believe I am going to see Meet The Fockers which should be quite amusing. But first, chinese food. But first, more writing...