za16ao@sdccsu3.UUCP (05/27/83)
Chance ------ Sitting beside you, in the sudden silliness of action, I felt a warmth, and I turned to you, perhaps hoping to be gathered in to the arms that now flourished a pillow, now fought off an elbow or an arm. We were hectic, wild, playful. But there were too many there, and you answered my desire with a tickle. Later on, the silence of absent people stirred my shyness. I kept quiet of my thoughts. Anyway, the chance was gone. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ This is an unfinished poem, and I can't think of a way to end it. It seems awkward to leave it as is, but I don't know what to do with it. I'd appreciate any ideas/suggestions anyone could provide. Thanks, Arwen