twice today
we passed each other
and twice today
that friction of energy
and chemistry
and memory
tugged at the
the solid yellow line
like the force between
silver magnets
so we each turned
bullet-time
freeze frame
slow motion
twice today
a sideswipe glance
the closest we’ve been
in years
Poem ©2025 Jen Payne. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.
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