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Ode to Gabi

Goodness gracious

Is an apt description for my rare friend

Who cares for others as if we are all family

So I call her sister, happily

She relates to so many and so much

Not content with keystroke comments

She stands up and stands out

For freedom and justice and nature

A warrior spirit with a gentle touch

Ready to support a righteous cause

Generously

Or party past midnight until the Honeyjack is gone

Straight shooting, from the lip and the hip

Always making connections from her heart to ours

A heart holding many songs

An ear listening for new sounds

Graciously and good

Unbowed, with the courage of her convictions

And a smile that lights up the darkest day

Never just a face in a crowd

My uncommon friend is rare and earthy

More than worthy of these few words of honest praise

 

David Trudel    © 2012

 

 

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Making Friends

It used to be physical

So real

Meeting each other, that is

Out-of-towners got special treatment

The grand tours

Such as they were

Parties

Now it’s all a blur

Worlds collide

Disembodied thoughts glide back and forth

Across the ocean or from the next street over

Taking cover

From the intimacy of the immediate

To the hilarity of the hidden

We conspire

With no intentions

We plot

For dreams

We meet in the ether

Ghosts, unfettered and released

To wander in and out of threads

Posting random comments everywhere

Facing off and facing books

Got you pegged

Comment?

Or will you simply

Unfriend me

 

 

David Trudel   ©  2012

 

 

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Epic

My friend is epic

Epic as the day she is having

Crisscrossing the Salish Sea

More than necessary

Special announcements on the PA

Strangely fun

Now, at a mini-Woodstock

Crowd swirls, crazed louts attack

Jabs hurled

Security prevails

As overhead lightning flashes

Rumbles roar

Rain drives down on the crowd

Lets up

The rumbles and roars of the thunder

Continue to add counterpoint to the tunes

My friend is epic

As the day she is having

As favorite bands play

Against the backdrop of a raging thunderstorm

With her daughter beside her

The object of too much attention tonight

But reveling in the moment

They savor the craziness of it all

And say

This is one hell of an epic

Good day, after all

 

 

David Trudel   © 2012

 

 

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