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Old Friend


03.08.10 Posted in today's words by

Sandra
Jean-Pierre is a native New Yorker transplanted to Miami Gardens FL.
She has been writing short stories and poetry since the age of 13 and
has not looked back since. She is currently applying to graduate
schools for her MFA in creative writing. When not writing, her graphic
design works can be seen on her web site.
This love song to friendship will take you back to the long past as
well as your own past and it will leave you in the here and now in the
company of whichever  dear old friends you’d like.


Old Friend
By Sandra Jean-Pierre

On the Sahara plain
we were tribesmen

sharing stories of the hunt
beneath crooked-sparse
shade trees

maybe …

we were women
in South America
tending the men,
nursing the children,
feeding our families
from the Earth
while sharing the sisterhood
of moon-cycles

infinitely capable of life–rebirth

maybe …

maybe

we were
evy-ivy over
I said east-west
I met my friend at the candy store

playmates
sharing Bazooka Joe bubble gum
and coca-cola

on mid-summer
Brooklyn sidewalk evenings

while smells of fried pork,
plantains, beans and rice

filled our lungs
in promise of an
easy cool New York
kind of peaceful
night in a

busy pulsing never sleeping
city
with the comfort
that our worlds were
separated
by thin apartment walls

maybe …
… maybe

We were fish
beneath the ocean deep

searching for ways
not to be parted
from our sisters
and brothers

only to eventually
sink to our final fish repose
at the bottom of the great
beyond
to be …

to be
re-made
in the image of
moon and sun …
bathing the Sahara plain …

It is good to see you again
old friend …

walk with me,
talk with me for a while …



2 Responses to “Old Friend”

  1. Jessie Carty says:

    love the recall of images in this one although now i am trying to remember some of those rhymes we chanted as children one that had something to do with soda pop…

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