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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