enough friends

you have enough friends,
although they are dying rapidly.
suddenly disappearing
with their lives.
there are more and more
empty horses
on your carousel, but the music
keeps playing.
the ocean is there too.
the sand.
salt is in the air.
you have enough friends
for one lifetime you believe,
but new ones on occasion
slip in through
the back door
and you can hardly say no
to strays that
wander in.