Desk and chair, pen and paper;
plenty time to laugh off later.
Are they all we were made to cater?
Look, there I was!
Serendipitously finding as ubiquitous as water
excuses to be happy.
Focus unmade, but a stranger's day,
remembering details and sharing away...
whisp'ring dreams of futures apace.
A bogle's river,
quaintly wandering with a willow's grace,
directing me whither?
Every droplet carries a face,
shards and echoes from a foregone place...
If only I'd met you sooner!
Echoes of patter in cyberspace lay,
no match for accents, spontaneous wordplay,
dazzling as ever.
Roots rot again in the damp,
I turn to leave, but you offer me a lamp;
a spark to share as we diverge at the ramp.
Excused of our rue,
fire frees a chance to revamp;
to build anew.