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I met her in an International airport
we both chose to reach for the same magazine
at the same time.

Hubs can be vortices, either
you make your connection, or you don't.
Delay can lead you to travel different ways.

It was a 'Nat Geo' publication
so naturally we fell to talking
about our best catches and the ones that got away.

When they called her away
she hurriedly told me she was heading for Venezuela
for a photo shoot but lived in Seattle.
I told her to look for me in London nest time
she was there.

Time past. The connection was lost,
bad signal, bad timing, low energy-waves
in the stratospheric miasma of kismet?

Years later I saw her work in an article;
lizards, snakes, and exotic birds
but none of her.

I drove to Heathrow Airport anyway
just to feel again how close
distance can get.

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