Negotiation Park

they stared down each other for passings of cars

neither would blink for the hour

a cracker was wasted, two drop fulls of milk

till each had maintained their own power.

they couldn’t part friends, but neither as hostiles

a hand shake just wasn’t between them.

So the old man he pulls out a smoke, as he jostles

and then they were mates, you should have seen them.