She met the woman through the homeschool group,
a refugee from Evangelicals.
They soon became fast friends – among that troupe,
they were the most responsive to the pulls
of liberal originality.
She recognized this comrade was extreme,
her viewpoint black&white in tendency.
But friendship bloomed in mutual esteem.

This BFF helped make her garden grow,
and birthday-gifted her a healthy vine,
but sadly soon let disapproval sow
a rift, a ghosting, more than a decline.
She sacrificed the plant to that demise,
who might have healed the juju, were she wise.

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