OLD FRIEND

By Donna Faulkner

     He and I

are well acquainted.

I    hear   the  knuckles

of  his  finger    crack.

See his breath    blow

            fog   on windows.

     Curtains drawn.

     He   and I

are so  well  acquainted

that  when   I hear     

his footsteps   

   clip- clop  

upon  the  cobbles, 

I put the kettle on

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