A day of visiting
a friend I know...
He was sitting by a rock
in two-way waterflow...
He smiled, waved a hand
a smile long gone...
wore his wrinkled face
tired and done.
An hour of visiting
a friend I saw...
He was pinning a clothesline
toe on toe...
He was short as I am
bit on bit...
With his willing heart
full of anger now caressed.
I painted him a happy song
that's long been sang...
lyrics I have forgotten
painting out hatred deep within.
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