Atlantic City, NJ, Oct. 23,1972

The stones and my friend

By Vladimir Huber

Five stones in my hand
I play with them
like I play with children at noon
He smiles at me
watery eyes, humble look
he leaves wanting to come back
He knows he has found a friend

Love, friendship, only words
now appear and we touch them
you can’t go on as you are
you can’t just be alone
friend, I’ll give you a hand for you to play with
so you can get the same feeling
that the stones receive
and I hope you can feel at noon, too