a dear and old friend of mine

I'm finding my way back to poetry. I've tried to remember the reason why we were drew apart but I can't. But it doesn't matter anymore, we are friends again and I'm loving it.

The Encounter

All the while they were talking of new morality

Her eyes explored me

And when I arose to go

Her fingers were like a tissue

Of Japanesse paper napkin.

Ezra Pound