Monday, December 20, 2010


Two eyes met like birds
slamming into a window. The shock
of everything coming to a sudden stop
left the gaze hanging in the air,
a feather after the collision.
And in that short look, before he blinked away
he knew he had a chance, at fun
at happiness, maybe
even life itself.
It was clear as windows stopping
birds all over the world,
all he had to do was speak!
Fortune favors the bold
but he never claimed to be.

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