Chance
Two distant, solemn souls
share a park bench in silence
unaware
that the perfect rhythm of
their hearts causes
ripples on the lake
Aspen leaves to shimmer above
changes in the static disturbance of
the atmosphere forever . . .
until their eyes meet.
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