It was a simple brush of the shoulder
followed by the meeting of our eyes.
The moment was as easy as that.
There was something about her smile
or was it the bird that sang from
that small dogwood tree in full bloom.
Perhaps the petals that brushed her cheek
how I reached up and took one from her hair.
One thing let to another.
How could it be incidental
all these things that happen
when we met like this.




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