Meet Poem by Oscar Robles

By chance of chance two pebbles meet
Rolling through a river
Or the shuffle of one’s feet.
Auburn hair or is it brown
Sunlit highlights dancing around
Manicured brows sheltering your eyes
Today blue tomorrow green
A medium of hazel so it tries
Heartfelt touch soft smooth fingers
Lips of cherry a wanting lingers
A pair of chance one said by chance
As an orchard of many
Paired to dance
As the pebbles destined to meet?
Life’s current like that of the river
One shall see.