we sat..
i felt matte.
you touched my leg
and made a crack
in the shell of the egg
that was my back….bone
you inspire
and conspire
you’re brave
and you save
we laid..
and remade.
seven years
you broke down the blockade
as we shared those beers
amongst the leaf blades
cheers.
you buffed
and sloughed
we sit..
and i admit.
you are my root
my reason for pursuit
the sensei to my bamboo shoot
helping me grow foot by foot
and today..
i can say
as we sit..
i am a shiny new misfit