Monday, July 6, 2009

Thief of Happenstance

So swift the movement
of grace in dance of air was caught
within the gentle hold of web
laced to the corner of the house

It called me from a quick glance
that stopped half-way to the mailbox
a thief of happenstance
and a seed to rescue

Frangible ovule of flight I blew
again to drift on current with breeze
not reckoned more than breath
from lips to kiss the flight of fairy
across the lawn away

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