Wednesday, April 16, 2025

Promise

 You might meet someone you're meant to as you trace the plot of each day.

You could stand outside a brick elementary school on a sunny day in Riviera Beach;

you don't know why, but the ones who work there smiled into your soul.

You could find yourself on a flying bus in a dusty, mountainous town,

surrounded by people mostly dressed in black, who you feel you understand, somehow.

Wonderful meetings have happened, before. 

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