Serendippity seems to be the key to it all. |
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Heat LightningNo common sense to finding loveIt comes like heat lightning, when there is no storm Caring not a damn for schedules, arriving unpredictably, at the wrong time, out of sequence and usually cracking a joke If you grin and say I’m wrong, then walk your own road and don’t be surprised when you stumble, on the way to certainty You may have made a reservation, tipped the headwaiter, and still find no tables empty Love happens when you’ve forgotten laundry and your mind is on other things Stopping to tie a shoelace, you look up and there it is, smiling and confused, not expecting you either |
 This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |
