An old friend
came to visit—
a few days with
one who shared
grade school times;
like a brother he
calls me and
I am moved.
Stretches of years
from time-to-time—
schooling, careers,
failed marriages,
distant geography’s destiny—
and yet the periodic touch,
the occasional travel
and the meet,
some thread is
pulled tight again
and the knot holds.
Talks of some depth
into the nights,
walks by day,
history sealed and savored.

–Allan Cox