For A Friend
By Mark Sherrick

I sat down to write a poem
about a friend of mine
because I told her I would
in a long rambling three hour
talk we had one day, 
and I couldnt think
of what to write, 
which was strange, 
because we never shut up,
so I handed her a blank peice of paper,
and told her to interpret it her own way,
and she smiled, laughed, 
and gave me a big hug.