The Chance Meeting
A tiny dot at the horizon,
At the very far end of the road,
I knew it was a human,
Not a dog, or a speeding Ford.
Must have been a mile away,
So the eye could just see,
Moving slowly with swing and sway,
I knew it was coming towards me.
Tall I looked in my stance,
Standing lonely by the way,
Only emptiness to glance,
As I looked around my stay.
Vast deserted land on either side,
Trees,shrubs, and rising hot air,
No place to try and seek a hide,
But come this far, should one care?
The dot grew larger as I stood,
But still too hazy to comment,
Too early to judge, bad or good,
No moment to rejoice, to lament.
I took my chance,stayed my ground,
Saw the stranger at a closer view,
Decade since, that desolate surround,
I met the one amongst a chosen few!
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