#4 of Unimportant Verse About Important People
We fit together in the strangest ways
and seem to seek new seams to savor.
Such joins are hardly perfect,
thread tugging fabric unevenly
unless it's reinforced over and over again.
We seem to seek new seams to savor,
and, weak though they are,
revel in the imperfect unevenness of joining.
"Comrade" would I call you, and "brave," and "fierce" and "true". "Lovely" have I called you, and hope but to live up to the example which you set for me. So, comrade, onward, ever onward. I know I cannot hope to offer much but word on cloying...
When you arrive, the whole world gets slow. Sluggish, amber-colored air mellows lively conversations. Everyone stops, marvels, turns eagerly toward you; and there are no complaints about warming our faces in the sun.
Resuscitating ancient coins in class, we learned, takes a toothbrush and olive oil. Slow, steady strokes across, around... soft bristles dislodging soil one speck at a time. But no one that day was nearly as blessed, seeing a coin shine through...