When I was in France,
a gentleman offered
me his arm
as I went down the stairs.
A strong arm --
To keep me from falling.
To keep me safe.
I cried, as I remembered that
kindness a year later.
Because where is this kindness
in Tarboro, North Carolina?
Another strong arm
is keeping me safe now.
Enfolds me,
and holds me close.
As we dance slowly around
the living room,
I exhale,
relaxed,
and peaceful.
Recalling this memory,
I go back to sleep,
and rest in the realization
that I am loved.
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