Friendships arise to fly like kites
on strings tight with memories.
Some float, others soar to show
varieties of colors and shapes.
Word stumbles could loosen
a hold on the connecting string.
A hop and hand reach the string’s dangle.
Then focus uplifts to lure a future of fun.
Friendships that wriggle in breezes
might fly beyond or hang in a branch.
Patience with creative tree climbing
assists in retrieval for flights ahead.
Some do not regret lost ones, never
to watch where the wind takes them.
Others will notice a buoyancy wobble
as True Friends’ hands support a landing.
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