somewhere between the dry and the damp
in the aftermath of a perfect light rain
the air seems unusually sweet
as if perfumed by nature’s renewal
it is a brief but precious moment
like your presence on Sunday afternoons
each having passed without fair notice
’til there spirit and fragrance converged
at the point of this coincidence
as you slipped, brushing across my body
I caught a glimpse of your smile
and felt the tempo of the world slow down
a gentle rush of warmer blood
seemed to reanimate my senses
lifting the dullness of life’s deliberate speed
to reveal the magic of its beauty
in the instant, two cycles were joined
by the common thread of rebirth
a cleansing of the earth and the soul
designed to ensure the growth of each
what a mastermind He is at this
these little trappings of the universe
and what a sense of humor in my case
that it be your slip that made me fall
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