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Painted Brain | Handshake: A Poem
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  • January 18, 2016

Handshake: a poem

There they were, redolent, the fire hydrants spewing hate, but the

kids weren’t playing…late was the squealing in delight

hate was the screaming in terror.

Their fathers rallied in the bowels of the bus, but never were front and center.

Miss Parks never missed the mark to park her soul right up there

with the best of them.

And then came a KING so aptly named whose famed crowned glory

was tolerance that never before was there.

His gentle soul resting in his eyes never belies his love for all

humanity eternally.

But still the white sheets billow their secrets hung on a clothespin

to hold their credibility.

You see it’s not what you say, but what you hear in your heart.

What’s never said beats in sync with your eyes.

So you bring the tissues and I’ll bring the tears.

And as our hands clasp and our breasts speak we finally feel

our hearts in sync.

Let’s beat this joint and see how wonderful life can be just you and me.

Let’s Shake On It………………………………………………………………………….

Daniel William Concharty

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