Santa Clues

by grimbeau



To meet

face to face

my face and me

to gaze agog

on a sea of me.

A sea

of sudden time

surrounds, breaches,

fills my head from source:

one bright  blithe crystal

on the russet titanium floor,

caught in a chance manner,

a blip,

a pulse,

the fading morning bonnet fleets.

Gone as quick as it came,

we chanced a profound sorrow to part

and were gone.

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