Deal Breaker

Throwing stones broken glass splinters
Tiny pieces glisten catching sunlight
Just before landing captured prisms
Pressed between pages
Leather embossed binding
Sit on a shelf
A distant corner
Antiquated book store
– Conscious Storage and Recollections Of Data
Madame Rue placed a hidden message
Page 444 thirty something years ago
– man of your dreams will be left handed
A line drawn in the sand
The last sound heard
Just as the glass shattered
I looked up and saw the heavens open
In the clarity of his green eyes
As he reached into my chest
Grabbed my heart held it tight
I knew…a right handed deal breaker

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