Leaping Faith

The only thing that never came into being
was coincidence, you said. Significance
is in the arc of things. My blue sweater,
for instance, you saw on a discount rack in a dream
before you met me. Or,
the empty bridge on the Nith River,
which, by the way,
the deer I saw pulling itself up onto the bank
where I realized I had fallen
in love with you, it never
meant anything.

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