when spontaneous and unexpected collide,
is this flint to steel,
snowbank and fender,
slurred speech and laughter,
microphone with questions,
fine china dropped and broom,
a stab wound turning red,
a worldview overtaking the mundane,
cereal surfacing on a fork,
abandoned car keys spotted,
first grey hair noticed,
warmth from a slap on the face,
a yawn turning into a sneeze,
an orphan is really a distant relative,
a de ja vu lands as a solid memory,
lost and forgotten returns as real,
or a next thought,
without a context of delivery?
is this when,
spontaneous lives for
the unexpected to arrive . . .
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