Hello, a very short post today. The blog has surprised me with people sharing poetry they like with me and reviving more memories both for readers and myself. What fun this is.

I've been looking for a particular scrap of paper with a short poem that I clipped out of a Redbook Magazine back in the 80's. Yes, children that was 30 some years ago, but as I said, I've kept these little bits through many moves and life changes. I looked in all the places I knew it was but I haven't found it so far. However, I did find another tiny scrap, clipped from another Redbook Magazine, also in the 80's and I like it very much--esp. the third poem.

Three Poems About Friendship From "Cora Fry"

by Rosellen Brown

I have a neighbor
who is always deep
in a book or two.

High tides of clutter
rise in her kitchen

Which lasts longer, words,
words in her bent head,
or the clean spaces

between one perfect
dusting and the next?

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You can do
anything alone
anything but
laugh out loud

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What are friends for, my mother asks
A duty undone, visit missed,
casserole unbaked for sick Jane,
Someone has just made her bitter.

Nothing. They are for nothing, friends,
I think. All they do in the end--
they touch you. They fill you like music.

Excerpted from "Cora Fry" by Rosellen Brown, copyright 1977 by Rosellen Brown, W.W. Norton and Co., Inc. Page 146, Redbook Magazine January 1982

http://www.amazon.com/Cora-Fry-Poetry-Rosellen-Brown/dp/0393044610/ref=sr_1_26?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1359832690&sr=1-26