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Before I first met him at the airline gate,
I didn't know a tap on the shoulder wasn't followed by a
flying fist or a heckling howl,
I didn't know that voice could come from a
five-by-five frame like my own,
I didn't know another man's breath wouldn't
throw me down cold,
I didn't know the embrace of crunching, black leather
hid men who longed to be known,
I didn't know that angels roamed the earth, dressed in black,
gleaming from head to foot,
I didn't know the "Serenity Prayer" wasn't a plaque tacked above
a toilet full of beer-smelling piss,
I didn't know that a hundred praying black Georgia folk
could look just like me,
I didn't know that what I would find there was given,
and would help set me free,
I didn't know that what congealed between my ears,
paled to what was beating in my chest,
I didn't know that by leaving,
I had arrived--
That just one meeting
could last a whole lifetime.
Now I know.
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