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.
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
No treatment
Or a gear that only needs to be tightened
Not replaced
Not replaced
As natural as the morning lights the night
A new spot feels right
Right on time
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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