Lending Fate A Hand
Thought I would share one of my poems tonight, just for fun. Enjoy.
Lending Fate A Hand
Standing near the shop,
I watch.
People rush in and out,
Jostling, hurrying.
Carrying steaming cups
To offices nearby.
I wait for the right one.
Finally! He exits and
Heads toward me.
My heart stutters
With pleasure
As I admire him.
He’s tall, wide-shouldered,
Very blonde.
A Viking in Armani.
Yes, I think. Oh, yes.
He’s just as perfect as
He looked yesterday.
With careful timing,
I step into his path,
And we collide.
Oh! I’m so sorry!
He stops, surprised.
Then bends to pick up my purse.
Handing it back, he smiles.
My fault, he says.
I should have been paying attention.
We stand for a moment,
Assessing each other,
Then I laugh awkwardly,
And flash him a look
He can’t mistake.
His eyes widen slightly,
His smile, as well.
And I know.
He’ll be here tomorrow,
Ordering latte, and
Looking for me.
I’ll be waiting.
– Marcia Meara –
Bookin' It 
How deliciously sneaky! 🙂
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Sometimes you have to get the ball rolling, yourself, so to speak.
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Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for stopping by, and taking the time to comment! Always nice to see you here.
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Lovely poem, very visual!
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Thank you, Marcia. I could imagine myself plotting like this. Oh. Maybe I was REMEMBERING myself plotting like this! Hahaha. Thanks for stopping by & commenting. Hope you’ll come back often.
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