Was it by coincidence
that as I walked across the field
you popped out of the yellow haze?
Was it meant to be for you to see me and I, you?
That look of discomfort and yet exquisite interest
Caught my attention
And made me look into those deep, brown eyes
With a new understanding of gentleness.
And when you saw me
Did you know
I held a camera, not a gun?
Did looking into my eyes allow you to
See that not all humans seek blood?
Did a small spark of mutual understanding
Jump between us,
In that moment,
In that field of yellow?
Was it a coincidence or was it meant to be?
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