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Jerry Reynolds

Haibun for Linda

 

Hot bitter exhaust fumes, from the bus,

barely missed, still lingered in the air.

Thrusting his arm and finger out to hitchhike

a car came to halt.

Dry broom straw crackling beneath his feet,

opening the chrome door handle,

scorching too the touch,

with his handkerchief.

How could he have known;

this was one of those moments

where fate and chance come together

and life changes forever.

 

occasionally

a moment originates

when it all makes sense