A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Monday, March 09, 2020

rush to meeting

He stood
like a wave at sea
and waved, as she ran
like a stream downhill
at him. Always moving
and leaping past tree,
over stone. Never coming
any closer, except
and until the falls

- where she fell,
just about
where he crashed,

and they both
disappeared
into foam.

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