(THE MEETING)
THE SOUND FOR THIS TALE...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6uu-ymMmp3U&feature=youtube_gdata_player
He lost walked past her...
She saw him.
There was something about him and she stopped him.
He now found talked to her and the pain fell away.
Her brown eyes the calm trees that swayed in forest breezes.
The world falling into an imitation of ocean waves as they stood on a streetcorner in Babylon.
She saw his past in his eyes wounded warrior he and she sang he a song so sweet that if he had tears left they would have certainly fell from his eyes.
Stained the concrete.
Puffs of wet dust.
The sun traversing the sky found them on a park bench.
At a deli table.
Her Afro like an eclipse in the suddenly dark sky... He lost in her nappy, she in his strength.
He having been in this war so long, fighting an enemy that normal man seemed not to see.
The moon finds them at the same intersection as in the distance an ambulance wails.
They holding hands say no words.
There is no need to.
They are complete.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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