A Day Of Onions

With a jolt,
the smile in her blue eyes
awakens mine

An exclamation
that acknowledges more
than mere presence

In its abundance,
her happiness, a treasure-
trove shared

Momentarily alone,
we are passing ships in a
vast corridor

I’m the chance
recipient, touching a spark
not grounded

Misdelivered
perhaps, but cherished
nonetheless

A day of onions,
tempered by her honey-
sweetened glance