handshake

dear reader,

i met joseph

at augusta and california

a resident homeless person

of the neighborhood-

tryin a hand at panhandlin

(thats his favorite line)

and he looked at me with

love

when i reached

to shake his hand

all five weavings from yesterday have been claimed.

well-

they’re no longer where i put em.

planting the seed of replenish,

as budding lilacs

not quite fragrant,