Rock Climbling

My friend
She is my friend for ever and a day
was emboldened and went rock climbing
I was “oh dear, it is dangerous ,afraid of heights.

I told her to be careful
She told me that she would
“It is child’s play on the kiddie climb,
don’t worry all is good”

I know I shouldn’t worry
but I need my friend to
stay on the grid not so many feet
off the ground
Who is going to save me psychologically
if she is not around.

Besides who would I get to read my poems
if she was Bouldered (another way of saying
being dropped on or off a huge rock) and had
no way out.

An friendly, sympathetic editor
in a time of droughts, hurricanes and other potential disasters
Clearly irreplaceable without a doubt.

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