friend of a friend, stripes on your red face
concealed by sharp brows and no eyes
reveal yourself to a stranger with whom you share a brother, who’s intellectual arms race
brought us together.

men see ducks and long for rabbits,
they rouse themselves and gaze. is she 
a citizen or a friend? do she talk 
stupidly? was is it eye contact and nothing more? 

philosophy brings together,
like a gentle breath of wind,
an easy way to talk about secrets to 
strangers with shared brothers.