To Lolo

When the universe serves you up a good friend, you don't ask questions. Such is my fortune, happenstanced upon at a time when I needed so much. I am again breaking the rules and humbly giving this award that is not mine to give, and this poem that is mine to give, to my beloved friend Lolo. She's moving this month and the love and good wishes of many many people will be following her every step of the way:

The Journey
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She is packing the boxes
And sweeping the floor
Getting ready to shuffle
More less and less more.
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She’s a girl from New England
Finding her way
Now leaving her present,
Soon leaving the bay.
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Too many demands
Flying wild around
Too many wishes
Wanting safe ground.
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She’d cry if she stopped
But she surely won’t fall
Because she know where she’s heading—
The gestalt of it all
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Will guide her cross country
No colors will run.
She’ll start that new canvass
Before much is done
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She’s an artist, you see
In search of her space.
She’s also my friend
Filled tiptop with grace.
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Hang in dearest Lo
Let go and hang on
You’ll be swishing your own way
Not before long.
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And me—I’ll be waiting
In front of your door
Gratefully grinning,
And watching you soar.