Allen Ginsberg, 1973

[Tiger the Lion]

Allen Ginsberg, 1973
 
He was wearing Indian clothes
like he’d just stepped off the street from Calcutta. the streets of Calcutta maybe?
He’d just led us in singing a Blake song
while he played his harmonium,
was wandering the aisles of the auditorium in intermission. 
His balding bearded head haloed in long black hair
appeared before me, “Did you sing?”
I said “I tried” and he smiled
“that’s all we can ask” he said
and moved on, first taking my hand.
His was as soft as a flower. Love this last line but think it's even stronger without the first "as"

Love this. If it's a true story, I'm more than a little envious. A few minor tweaks to consider.