Chance/habit

NaPoWriMo Day 19: Going off-prompt today, because this just popped into my head.
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Any glance could be providence,
just a small moment when
a corridor opens in the crowd
for two sets of eyes to meet.

To be fair, the mind will read
just exactly what it wants -
it builds a fire in the rain
from brush and a loose gathering
of wet leaves and plant matter.

But goodness, what if that fire
somehow does manage to light?
Hasn't it then all been worth
the fears and hours of false hope?
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Playing on my Spotify at this very moment:
Crosby, Stills & Nash, Carry On/Questions