The Handshake

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The Handshake

I shoke my neighbor's hand today
and in that split second
saw an expression of thankfulness 
for a job well done.

Germs and viruses never came up
as wood chips flew
hammer met nail
and dirt piles grew. 

It wasn't a protest against public policy
no endorsement here
of actions that might spread
a virus that has crippled us with fear.

Instead our drive 
was a cool spring day
a broken fence
and the need for it to stay...

...where it was, where it stands
much like the shaking of two hands.

Jon Hirst, May 3, 2020