Thursday, February 20, 2020

A New Spot


A new spot due to circumstances
Like flakes off debris, hit me arbitrarily
With all the grace of finding a parking place
Random like bird droppings splattered on a car
Or the bike’s handlebar grip
Like your cellphone dropped by a guest
Or a key set that missed its pocket
Finding its place on a nameless road
A new spot feels good despite its heavy load
There is a straightforward scent in the air
A slight chill through the arbor sun
Even a dog bark at an importune juncture
Doesn't matter much.
With no seed planted, bears fruit anyway
The lights gone on synchronically
What a coached life misses despondingly  
A chance to start anew
Like after a biopsy shows no cancer
No treatment 
Or a gear that only needs to be tightened
Not replaced
As natural as the morning lights the night
A new spot feels right
Right on time
Like gnats in the dusk for bats
That are not the floaters you thought you saw on your eye

February 20, 2020
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