Metamorphosis

and with good fortune
the experience grows itself
into a poem; so that
the poem then may seed itself
into a new experience;

like two young lovers
one the poem’s beginning
the other the poem’s end,

looking, looking, in a crowd of thousands,
seeing each other, running toward –

the crowd so alien
then so soon, love.

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