Tender beginnings

by Janet Butler


of all things that bloom
now or later, the seed planted, waiting,
roots that grab the underside of meaning,
batten on a simple Hi, how are you, the clichés of conversations
infused with meaning.

Us, meeting on purpose by chance in a local coffee shop
across from each other with glances that try to hold the casual, slip away
to joy.

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