the 20 minute friend / poem 70

I took a guest to the Siddha Yoga Meditation Center tonight. ‘B,’ as I shall call her, is a friend of a friend but we had never met until I pulled up at her condo to give her a ride. Since our Center is small, the host/mc that evening said “I notice someone new. Welcome! Are you a friend of Phebe?” B’s answer: “for about twenty minutes.” This was the length of our ride across town. I chuckled then and later told her how clever her answer was.

poem

how many minutes does it take to make a friend?
there are those times you feel it right away.
the first glimpse of you startled me — you resembled my mother.

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