OPPORTUNITY KNOCKED

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POESIE HERESY

 

You walk along

in solace

seeking the warmth

of the fireplace—

 

and I am

out for the evening

drinking and thinking

& trying

to wax poetic

 

It’s a wonder

we ever cross paths

what with the conflicts

of interest we hold

 

I can only shudder

to think of the chances

that the fates

have rolled for us—

Opportunity knocked

But nobody was home.



 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written in 2002.  I don't even remember her name--but that could be a lie

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flip of a coin

shell found on the sand. so much is chance; spend the coin, take the shell home. ~s~



Lady A

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true dat!

true dat!