From our respective homes,
unplanned, we follow impulse,
change direction, change back,
each individually, my friend and I:
so our paths cross in perfect timing.
A sweet meeting, a joy. We part
when I turn back on a sudden
second thought — which means
I’m in perfect time then to encounter
an old neighbour who’s moved,
whom I’d been wondering about:
another glad happening for both.
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