My friends save me,
correct my vision,
sustain, affirm, and strengthen me
when I totter in gale-force winds:
poets of Arlington, Cambridge, Elsewhere,
penpals in distant places,
cyberchums with whom I chat on social media,
family far off and close by,
folks I meet at church and bookstore and coffee-shop,
neighbours old and young.

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Written on 2018-02-22 at 13:17

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I get stitched together whenever I fall apart by good friends. I wouldn't trade them for anything. Good poem.

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
"every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;"

This is a nice acknowledgement of friendship, as well the difficulty of going it alone—facing the "gale-force winds." It is also nice that community has become broadly defined, which, in my rural isolation, matters.