Like a lightening strike
in the middle of a field of corn.
Like the moment
a decision is made
to attempt the first kiss.
Like a snow flake
in its fractal beauty
landing randomly
on a child's tongue.
Like a lonely seed
falling from a discarded sack
finding solace in a patch
of warm earth
sprouting against all odds
into an unexpected blossom.
Like surprise itself.
They are not created but discovered
always lingering in the ether
searching for form, substance,
and translation.
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