Encounter between two people, one black and one white, at dusk in the summer

I sat on the porch steps watching the unknown
young Black man stride toward my building,
his limbs loose and easy. He wore a dazzlingly white pair of shorts,
T-shirt and tennis shoes.
It was dusk and his clothing illuminated the coming dark,
into which he himself
faded.

There was a park with tennis courts
just a few blocks away, from which he
seemed to have come.

“Hello,” I said as he gleamed and started up the steps.

“Hello,” he returned the greeting.

I said, “You’re so...
WHITE.”

He laughed and went on inside.

I sat there in the summer night,
enjoying my own sense of humor and our
exchange, an experience of many
levels.