LONDON (FIVE | FRIENDSHIP)

Across Thames River, the sound of your flute scurried to me

Skidding atop wiggling blue-green coils of water,

reverberating through the concrete and up my dancing feet

sending me rising up to standing on my seat

as I find my way to the sun,

leaning my chest back, arms open to the sky

as other faces and bodies sit in confusion behind my back

I whirl in amazement, in response to your contact, from miles away

from a different state

traveling to, and through, me

as if I am a vessel to relay the astonishing power of friendship to the world—

to keep it fresh and never retired