By Any Chance - A Poem by Fiona


A steady breath away,

flits away

and is not so steadily sanctioned today, as if it were

never sanctioned at all.

A steady breath away, waits

a frozen moment stayed

by any chance play

and by any chance it grows this way.


By any chance, a newer pose,

or something that the knower knows,

kindles anew a new repose.


A piece of mind in the peaceful close

of a steady breath

and a honest show

by any chance makes growers grow

alongside one another

and under the cover

of any chance

the knower's' hands

of prose

still search.



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