Let me school you a little about friendship

Let me school you a little about friendship

by Stan Faryna

Stan Faryna


My dear friend walked home along the river’s edge.

Charly walked among saw-toothed crocodiles
(their father is the king of pride and perdition;
they go to, fro, up and down until judgment day)
because the road took her six more miles to get home.


We buried my friend today – what was left of her
because I wouldn’t, couldn’t wait fifteen minutes
and take her home by my car, every Friday night.


Had places to go and things to do, Friday night!


I wept bitter tears for my friend, Sunday morning.
Charly knew better than to walk the river’s edge
irregardless of her young-un’s want for dinner

I told her, what they need’s a little respect
because their mother is working a twelve hour shift
and me, I made my own food since I’s twelve years old.
And I’s none the worse after all was done and told.
My dear friend used to make the most wonderful pie.
Charly walked among saw-toothed crocodiles
(out of their nostrils and mouth – smoke and sparks of fire;
their hearts, stone and eyes like the eyelids of morning)
to bring me a heavenly pie on my birthdays.

None made a better rhubarb pie than Charly made.
That’s what I’s thinking, driving by Charly’s place;
social service was herding up her kids with a hurry.

Couldn’t stop. Fifteen minutes late for church dinner.
Weren’t no better friend and a mother than Charly.
Stan Faryna
20 February 2015
Fairfax, Virginia

2 Responses to Let me school you a little about friendship

  1. That makes me want to cry. Unfortunately, it represents many “so called” friends. It’s a superficial friendship, not really caring about the person, not putting their friend’s needs ahead of their own, not taking the time to listen to their troubles or making sure there isn’t some way to make their life better. And yet, when they are gone…tears are shed for them like they really will be missed.

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