A Weird, Small Miracle

city-clouds It would be a weird, small miracle if my brain started working. A weird, small miracle would mean that the train I rushed to catch was actually on time. A weird, small miracle are the lights flickering when you think of a long-lost friend. A weird, small miracle is picking up the empty milk carton and discovering it’s full. A weird, small miracle is finding the extra pair of shoelaces you thought you threw out.

None of the above are weird, small miracles.

A weird, small miracle is running into you on the street. A weird, small miracle is hearing you ennuciate my name.

I’ve looked on the sidewalk near my house. At the supermarket. In my dreams.

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