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| discretion | ||
| raising our eyes | ||
| for a toast -- | ||
| that brief heyday | ||
| of almost-strangers | ||
| that could have been us: | ||
| that moment | ||
| destiny could have derailed | ||
| recklessly sailing the chasm, | ||
| that swandive avalanche | ||
| smoldering rush | ||
| tidalwave cause-and-effect | ||
| that plucks us, | ||
| standing, swept along, | ||
| ceasing resistance. | ||
| "nice thought" so we'd think | ||
| to the clink of our eyes having met, | ||
| gazes lowered, | ||
| we, substituting instead | ||
| silence: | ||
| our | ||
| noiseless | ||
| thud. | ||
| © Jon Bohrn (1999) | ||
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