185. Hug Sale

I saw a sign when I was walking:
“Free Hugs for Sale”
With an arrow pointing southward
Down a sunlit alleyway
With beams bouncing in puddles
And flowers grown in cracks
Under splintered windows glinting –
A serene scene like a dream
Where free hugs were being sold.
But I saw no hugger down that path
Only embrace in solid wall,
Which made me wonder how free hugs
Could possibly be sold for less.
I’m sad to disappoint that poor soul
Who is longing for a hug
And turn to carry on my path
Since I cannot discern
Whether hugs were certain down that way
Or a painful lesson to learn.