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| threads |
| They traveled their alleys of circumstance, |
| playing hide and seek |
| within sight of each others' emotions. |
| Sometimes, by sheer chance |
| they gathered each other in dance, |
| playful touch, taking care |
| to step on each others' bare feet, |
| one falling, then the other at alternate times |
| they weaved their criss-crossing threads, |
| clinging silken embrace |
| holding briefly, then breaking. |
| Even glaciers and continents |
| have stories of drifting and melting to tell |
| fleeting, to them, like images of us |
| our humanness making us |
| less hard and less patient |
| to pass our life's corners |
| empty-handed, |
| yearning to repeat chance encounters. |
| © Jon Bohrn (2000) |
