An unexpected twist
of fate, a
letter not unsent
and the fresh air
of morning is the
only witness to
my laughter, blooming
in the soft light
of a winter sun.
And it is my
laughter, bubbling,
bouncing, that
truly appreciates the
hope and the pure
innocent amusement
of an incidental
moment, shared
across the miles.
To the north I imagine
a smile and a
chuckle for herself
at the wonder of
it all. And
somewhere the universe
grins and smiles.

                AcB        11.5.98