An Afternoon with a Friend

[Erthona]

Picking up where Todd left off. Mainly getting rid of extraneous words.  

Later on, we’d sit (we sat) together on the sofa,
her head resting against my shoulder. 
I liked these moments most
because she was resting too.
Her restless spirit – its love of hair dyed blue,
or no hair at all – was content.
She was at peace which was a rarity.
I remember trying not to breathe (not breathing) so I could feel
the rise and fall movement of her chest, and muse silently and with clarity. (rise and fall is trite)
She opened my eyes more than I opened hers. (maybe at the end, doesn't fit here)

At times Sometimes I often pondered on the wise words of my wise friend.
I wonder longingly if I could do such a the same thing:
as to shave my head, change my name,
and merely just start walking
Close up and shelve my past as if it were only
a book that I’d been reading.
But impulse, while attractive, is best treated cautiously.
I’m not my insightful friend.
And perception and thoughtfulness are qualities
I do not possess in abundance.

The en dashes should be em dashes and should have no spaces between the words.


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Dale