Random - a poem

I was looking for scissors when I found the missing pendant.

Out for cold beer when someone served me a warm smile.

Browsing for Pantene when I bumped into Matrix.

Gazing elsewhere when I ran into you.

Random seed love; it grows in unlikely places.

Never goes once it comes, never goes.

Pick your subject, it is with you.

It is oblivious, doesn’t see.

Curious seed, love

growing orchids over dead wood.

By tuttysan © 2007

Random, a poem.