If riding the tide
kindness comes in
Jim acknowledges me
puts his hands on my waist
jokes
that glint in his eye
Karl, my professor of water aerobics
hugs me
tells me twice a week
or else all fails
In the scheme of things
love walks in
a vibrant friend from the past
joins me for lunch in
an Italian restaurant
the waiter brings our cappuccinos
and dessert wine for free
the magic between friendship begins again
So many times I have walked this road
never noticing that path towards love
that route of kindness
If bliss is this
I have found it
mold it hold it forever
dreams are made of this
they really are.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
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