I passed you by

I cannot count the moments
that angels
          have sided with me
I cannot within
despite all whim
fathom a gathering
of ocular occurrence
so successful in stride
That it might
right and fully
allow me
                                                            to pass you by
So that now
I would. . . stop. . . in my everyday walk
And wonder why
I passed you by


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