Happenstance

(By Rita Dove)

When You appeared it was as if

magnets cleared the air.

I have never seen that smile before

or your hair, flying silver. Someone

waving goodbye, she was silver, too.

Of course you didn't see me.

I called softly so you could choose

not to answer --- then called again.

You turned in the light, your eyes

seeking your name.

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