I hope this poem meets your approval,
If approval is to be met wherever you might be.
Like two hitchhikers on the same
Road heading in opposite directions,
Serendipity turns hope into happens.
Just as you, while on your way to class,
Happened to see me sitting on the bench.
I had thought earlier that it would
Be an injustice if I forgot the enunciation
Of your voice, or its inflections,
And that I was very near to committing said crime.
But you arrived, and we talked–briefly.
I realized there are times when hope happens.
A. J. Hayes
Give a poet a pen