i was tempted to stop
sit next to him and
ask to read his words
in black ink cradled
in his composition book
i glanced & noticed
no form:winding words
stretched out from
page to page - instead
i cobbled on and sat
a fair distance away
took in the cool air
thought of you and
solidarity and how
we all search for it
and how we all find
it and how if the sun
stayed out to warm
me - i could have
found my courage
to ask
