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Encounter

Bruce Abel

Encounter

"Hello," he says.
"Hello," she says.
Their first meeting.
Puzzled looks of recognition?
And, the spirits mischievously dance.
Recalling encounters.
From another time.
From another place.
From another journey of life.

"Hello," he says.
"Hello," she says.
A casual conversation.
From thoughts said so long ago?
And, the spirits mischievously dance.
Recalling words.
From another time.
From another place.
From another journey of life.

"Hello," he says.
"Hello," she says.
An impromptu invitation.
Written in an eternal agenda?
And, the spirits mischievously dance.
Recalling meetings.
From another time.
From another place.
From another journey of life.

"Hello," he says.
"Hello," she says.
The paintings.
Instant recognition of style?
And, the spirits mischievously dance.
Recalling art.
From another time.
From another place.
From another journey of life.

"Goodbye," he says
"Goodbye," she says.
Both, taking different paths.
Would they meet again?
And the spirits mischievously dance.
Planning the next rendezvous.
In another time.
In another place.
In another journey of life.


Bruce Abel is a Guelph, Ontario writer and e-journal editor.

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