PB dizain

Coincidence

(dizain)

While I was taking my leisurely walk,

a woman greeted me with a warm smile.

I didn’t know her, yet I stopped to talk,

if just for a rest since walking a mile.

I looked at her, puzzled, for a short while.

“Your name is Connie?” My nod did attest.

“And you live down there?” she pointed due west.

“No,” I said, which about ended the chat.

“Oh, I got you mixed up,” she quickly confessed.

I wondered, What were the chances of that?