Walking in the woods
when we met Ralph.
Oh boy, what a scare!
I asked him for a pen
to write down my thoughts.
Then I felt him drawing near.

His two front teeth were missing,
he had alcohol breath.
Scared my little woman away.
Dirty face and clothes,
my how paranoia grows,
when a stranger stops to tell you what he knows.

He said,
“Take a chance on a seeker,
take a chance if you care.
Take a chance on a seeker,
take a chance if you dare.
For if you
Take a chance on a seeker,
he’ll show you that he’s more of a man.
Take a chance on a seeker,
he’ll touch you just as soft as he can.”

We wept about the death of an innocent stream.
I introduced him to my son.
I said “ this is Duzzi Thinki Noz”
He said, “Duzzi, how do you do.”
I once had a bike like you.

“I’ve got a quarter acre of land
with a stream running through
in good old West Virginia.”
We sang the music we both loved the most.
Then he really started singing the blues.

He sang,
“Take a chance on a seeker,
take a chance if you care.
Take a chance on a seeker,
take a chance if you dare.
For if you,
Take a chance on a seeker,
he’ll show you that he’s more of a man.
Take a chance on a seeker,
he’ll touch you just as soft as he can.”

We explored each other’s minds.
We probed each other’s hearts.
Looked different, yet we felt the same.
I took down his telephone.
But, I couldn’t give him mine.
I was still afraid.
It’s such a shame.

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