Strangers, we met on a walk through the neighborhood,
going in opposite directions,
a dog with him, me alone.
“Hello,” we each politely murmured;
we noted the weather, his dog sniffed my shoes,
and we started to move on, but…
have you seen my garden, he asked,
just two houses ahead of you?
Oh, yes! I said, and I thank you for it;
it is a delight.
I smiled and started to walk on.
But you must see the newest dahlia!
And, grinning with a quiet pride,
he turned himself and his little pooch around
to walk in my direction, just so I would be sure
not to miss the newest garden wonder.
*
I oohed and aahed with him,
snapped a picture or two, thanked him again,
and said my good-byes. But not so fast!
Pulling a garden knife from his pocket,
he insisted on clipping for me
a dahlia of my choice.
*
A stranger. Offering me a flower
from his garden. A dahlia that sits now
in a glass on my kitchen table.
I look with wonder at this purple beauty;
graciousness between strangers
in a world of so much fear and distrust,
courtesy and kindness not forgotten
in a culture filled with so much vitriol
and hate-filled speech.
This dahlia sings for me
the hope of what can be,
and I am stilled.
He gave me a dahlia…
and so much more.
Oh the smallest gestures….how we need them! They feed us!
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Yes they do. I was so touched by this encounter!
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This is so lovely and a powerful message. Your piece is beautiful. Bj
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Thanks. I wrote this primarily to seal in my mind/soul/whatever an experience that felt so beautiful to me.
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Undoubtedly one of the most beautiful pieces you have ever penned. Thank you for continuing to touch my heart.
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Thank you, Carol. It was truly one of the very beautiful experiences in my life! So happy you share a sense of its deep meaning!
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