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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allets's picture

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!