one-on-one
“For one throb of the artery,
While on that grey stone I sat
Under the old wind-broken tree,
I knew that One is animate,
Mankind inanimate phantasy.
(in A Meditation In the Time of War
by W.B. Yeats)
i spoke one-on-one with Paul
exchanging on the depth he evokes
knowing again my care for persons
and wariness of people

