Someone Else’s Words

A poem I like for its simplicity. I first ran into it last year when I was still teaching high school. 
 

A Companionship – James Berry

I saw we moved together.
Often we were a bike, ridden
on two flat tyres.

Often we were a pair of fuses
well lit, hissing
but failing to feed the explosion.

Often we were stags
full of shots
bellowing to each other.

Often we were twin fields of words
like fallen apples
unharvested.

Often we were handshakes
that shook
damaged heads.

Often we were hidden stars
that never appeared
though sometimes nearly.

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