Hello my friend. It doesn’t matter
that I call you friend does it?
I know we are not well acquainted
but we come from the same soil.
We are companions in a way and
would look after each other in our
own way if something were to happen
and you would see that I cared and
most likely the same would be true of you.
So we are friends and now
what are we going to do?
A celebration you say and
I think that is great, but on what day and
who will we invite to this festive occasion?
You say I should invite all whom I know
and you will do likewise. We will fill
the old armory, have music, wine and food
and introduce everyone and things will
never be the same and the event will
become legend and next year at
the appropriate time we will do the same thing.
The armory will be too small. We will need
the football stadium or somewhere along the beach
where we will tell our stories and hold on to each other,
spreading the bond of human love. We will try
our best to make sure that no one is left behind and
this will go on each year until you and I, friend,
are no longer here and surely because
our love for others is gone. The festival
will slowly disappear and the soil will consume
us and we will return to the dust that we were
and in the spirit world we may reacquaint and
express our feelings on what we caused and
have a good laugh and consider it all a dream.
Stanski
November 16, 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 