Good Chance Encounter

I used a bus I rarely ride to get
some miles south and west. The trip was less
than lovely – crowded, noisy – but it let
me off with extra time at the address.
Exploring then, I saw a route and set
my exit plan for shade and lower stress.
Appointment done, I trod that other ground,
and peaceful, vibrant welcome’s what I found.

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