Man

Man, when earth was crumbling under my feet,
you were there.

My sanity hung from the phone line,
ready to kick the bucket.

Don't hang up, I said.
Let's talk until the morning hours.

Man, rock and anchor.
When we hug, your body is roots,
mine is tree.

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