Chance

I catch your eye as
we pass each other by but
you’re out of my league
–
noonday sun-
lions stalking
in the tall grass

I won’t bet my life
on a roll of the dice but
I’ll take my chances
–
parting clouds-
hoof prints
in the damp soil

light plays on the walls
alternating blue and red
the sirens, silent
–
puddles in the street
turning to steam
in the sun