One Friday

Ray the man with the
ponytail: man
Ray sitting in The Attic
reading his paper
far from me  - in a
life unlike mine but
one Friday there
was a chime, an
harmonic chord, a
word and the
geyser of the hands
went mad and
strong as I sat there
taking him in and
enjoying the contact
	without sin
	without sin
a small beginning
latent acorn that
may well fall - like
so many others -
on stony ground
deaf ears.
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