Poem: A Western Song from The Tibetan Singing Bowls

A poem about how when you’re young it’s easier to makef riends than to break up with friends.

When you’re young it’s easier to make
friends than to break up with friends.

Older, it’s far easier to drift apart or call
it quits, to decide the alignment no longer

fits. To make the call. I’d never let another
’Richard’ in right now and wouldn’t — and

haven’t — for ages. That’s not because
of any scars. But then again, of course it is.