For a friend

A new friend
on another side of town
opens up a new world—
roads to explore,
hills to crest,
signs to miss—
Ah! To be lost!—
I marvel as I drive,
knowing if it were not for you
I would hardly know
that this small stretch
of bumpy gravel,
worn from wear
(as we are each worn),
were here to trample—
Perhaps these roads
are to symbolize
our friendship
(old and new)—
Perhaps these friendly streets
have always been here
(just as you have, too).