You could say
it was a failure of planning
You just had
to get that right shade of red
from the make up shop
Arrangements
to meet up at the deli
Automatically
led to picking a jacket
that matched your denims
Time falling like sand
led to a mad dash
to local transport
unexpected collision
at the bus stop
Fate? Perhaps
but the fellow you collided with
you would rendezvous again
picking up your moonlight meal
at the restaurant
A lovely story told in your poem
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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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