The lucky ones return to Prague. |
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Jeremy is BackJeremy is back, not expected, but back sure as hellWanting it to be a surprise and walking in to play, like I’d seen him yesterday from a continent away Knocking me over with throwing arms around each other, here in Prague again The long hug of men who love each other easily I left twice, he said, as though I hadn’t remembered, and both times it was a mistake, this city draws me Here now to write his novel and the songs that slide off his guitar like water A rendition of Watching Allison Drown for me I knew you wanted to hear it, he said and grinned Wanted that and more my friend, wanted the energy you bring to me, even when we don’t see each other for days or sometimes weeks It’s that way with some people, they just give you what you need by being somewhere in the same city, the same proximate space And so he’s back and hanging out on my couch until he finds a flat, to compute the letters that make words and the notes of songs And he’ll be gone again even though he claims not because that’s Jeremy, drawn to other places I’ll wait and write him, one day he’ll walk in again |
 This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |
