Crossings

Crossings (Randyjw: July 19, 2017)

 

Paths cross in events

that are always fateful;

Sometimes they’re hopeful —

at other times, fatal.

 

We might feel invisible…

take them for attractions,

deem those fixations,

absorbing distractions.

 

Both hands and fingers

also do sometimes cross:

that what often lingers

is never lost

 

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