Leaning on a traffic meter
we shared a pint of gin.
He was old and we were drunk.
We laughed and stumbled,
in the whirlpool of a drunken night.
Suddenly recalling our stumble
into each others smiling eyes.
We asked each other what was going on,
blacks and whites gone wrong.
A question seldom voiced,
to our colored opposite most able to answer.
We parted and I did not forget
the smile in our eyes.
Matthew W. Tippett 1993
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