I Have a Beautiful Friend
I have a beautiful friend
Who has lived in his wheelchair
For over fifty some years
Can’t talk, can’t move much
Paralyzed since childhood
A true prodigal returning from suffering
Under his instruction, head
Turning from left to right
I fished out five books
Of poetry he has published
His face beet red from struggling
To make out an intelligible word
A beautiful man, I mean
His eyes, burning with more love
Than I have seen in most people
Drooling like a baby when
I read out loud his love poems
Of flowers, pain and love. And soon
Tears flooded our laughter
::
z.z.
2006
