Adapted from a poem I wrote just over a year ago. As usual, let me know what you think!


Two chariots slow, a moment’s calm,
Two microcosms pass,
The sound of distant car alarms,
Provides the rhythm for the dance.
But these life engines must not stop,
Although there is no race,
They court so as to never touch,
And twist and turn in skillful grace

to look across, and see a face! To grant a moment from such pace,
A bridge is built, from world to world; this hurried man, that unknown girl…

The dance is done, the lives go on,
The worlds remain unchanged,
With bridges broken, memories gone,
These strangers once will stay estranged.



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