Collaboration
We move in circles
testing the other's
defences
feints and counters.
We are two cats on a
cemetery lawn
fighting for the prize
of a broken sparrow
while overhead a crow
awaits the outcome.
Like the sparrow, he
cares little
for victor or loser
only that the spoils
are his.
And what of our spoils?
Dogs? children?
Friends polarise like
iron filings
under the influence of
magics
but fundamental
frequencies elude us
in the moire pattern of
our friendship;
just an old piece of
yellowed paper
with the edges curled.
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