Today’s topic is Friend. And the poetry form to try, if I like, is an acrostic.

After dozens of false starts, I finally settled on this taunting acrostic…

…although it seems to have little to do with “friend.” I should have made that more clear. Oh, well. Back to the drawing board.

Joseph
Just heard thunder and then rain.

One extraordinary brain

Sits at his desk, focused in;

Evening sets on this sin.

Perhaps in my dreams I’ll remember

His birthday’s the eighth of September.