Best Friends

The best friends
are those who dig underground
when you’ve been buried
and build a kite
when you’re flying.

The best friends
are those who teach you
how to rejoice in the rain
and to see the warmth
in the winter.

The best friends
are those who weasel through the forests
grown around your heart
and meet you in the middle
and say “What a coincidence; I live here too!”

Published by Hannah Kennedy

Hannah is an old lady at heart, with a deep love of yarn and floral patterns. She has curly hair, she is a lefty, she googles everything, and her favorite color is blue. She can usually be found reading everything from nineteenth-century fiction to modern psychology, doing yoga, dragging out chores to fit the podcast she's listening to, or watching The Office with her husband.

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