They touched beaks

They touched beaks
those cheeky chatty dee-dees
black mustachioed beggars
the two of them
affectionately on parting
and i
touched    had to laugh
eskimos rubbing noses
intimation of sensibility
their legacy and ours
shared among folk of air land sea
as surely as
general booth's welcome into heaven
(i'd join the uproar
had i been there)
witness to fellow-feeling
embraces don't need sophistication
simplicity comes through
seen eye to eye
to caress
is blest


july 30 mmxii