A Love Poem Called Chance


Are we allowed to explore anymore
Find ourselves in an uncertain rain
Wonder and wander
And there it is – a memory
Made fresh with a fallen inhibition

Can we still take chances
Make claim of air without the mask
A risky whisky – lime ricky dance
And laugh until the hollows filled

What if
We shot the world with our love
Injected this bond beneath the crust
Would we erupt
Or congeal – a blue crude power

What if
The world shot us first
And this connection is truly a return
Roots
Tangled like hair making its course

I hope we can seed
A vine deep enough
To feed generations
Exploring the unknown
Planted in the faith of a future.

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