I don’t really know the guy.
Maybe thats not true.
I’ve passed him on my morning walk about six times.
We’ve only once gone beyond “Hi”.
He had long, really long dreads.
They extended to his knees.
“How to you keep them clean”, I asked.
I don’t remember his answer.
I don’t know his name,
But the guy has a great, good smile.
This morning I was moved to hug him.
Just seemed like the right thing to do.
He responded, as I expected,
Taking it as a really friendly gesture.
I told him he looked fine.
He said he has put on too much weight.
We exchanged wishes for a good day
And continued walking in different directions.
Next time we see one another,
I’ll ask if he wants to have a cup of coffee.
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