The path is narrow
and fraught with danger.
A cascade of tiny, five-petaled
yellow flowers pouring down
a rough-and-tumble stone
fence, threatens the heart
with memories of a bright spring
day by a snow-swollen river.
The vivid pastels of a rainbow
glimpsed unexpectedly during
a mid-storm sun break, glowing
against graphite and white clouds,
puts one in peril of recalling
dreams of a future once promised,
but perhaps not received.
And, most dangerous of all,
the intricate imbroglio of
improvised jazz, framed
by the undulating rustle of voices
and staccato ring of glass and silver,
educing one glimpse of love
so enduring, so captivating,
that a heart, once entangled--
having slipped off the narrow
path of indifference--would surely
remain ensnared for all time.
(c) by Hannah Six
Photo: Stan Shebs
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