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When Soul Mates Meet

by Che Sara Sara

Two street lamps
light the parking lot
from opposite directions.

The lot has emptied down
to your car and mine.

On the asphalt space
between them,
twin shadows overlap

and form a darker umbra
in the exact shape
of a canoe.

We step inside,
startling the fish.

First pubished in Journal of Compressed Creative Arts

97th Weekly Poetry Contest