A glance
one in a million
two strangers on a street;
eyes locked for a second
two minds collided
an uncanny recognition
then gone
Yet it haunts
and tantalisingly lingers;
roaming
the fringes
of the sub-conscious
Now and then
to emerge
engulfing
with a bittersweet sensation;
a genetic memory?
a recycled event
from a parallel existence?
a glimpse
through a time warp?
Maybe just
two ships
passing in the night.....
Rose Avenue 1998
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