Sometimes
You get a blessing
In disguise
A chance
You don't recognize
Potential
Probability
Possibility
When it looks
Straight at you
Direct eye contact
Blink
And you could miss it
Flashed before your eyes
A sliver of silver
A slight sight
A limp glimpse
Tossed a crumb
Out the window
And it becomes
A loaf of bread
Even if it's in your head
Your heart
Wants to believe
What it is lead
To believe
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