With pride, a crock of earthy gold
unless uncovered, hidden, stays.
The marchers pass the entry ramp
to church door, railings rainbow-wrapped,
blooms colour-spread, small window, pained.
From within, a woman, oldest
of the group waves in crowd, to one.
Connection made between two souls,
this Spandex man, strides, takes the slope,
to meet his greeter behind glass -
gracious, in wheelchair, frame confined.
The gap of age and cultures spanned,
amazement passed between all eyes,
and furthered gaze at touch of hands.
First published by Oddball Magazine, August 2023
Very enjoyable Stephen, thank you.
Nice. Small connections, big messages