Wednesday, May 29, 2019

Poem: May 28, 2019

Least Resistance

Leslie says the universe is with her,
and to be honest, I often feel the same.
The way opportunity appears when
it is needed most, Yahtzee on the final
roll. Some unexpected Deus Ex Machina
picks the lock on the front door, plops
down next to you on the couch, and
what are you going to say except, yes,
of course. Everything I touch turns
to gold, except when it doesn't, but
I just keep rolling, trusting some cosmic
set of bumpers will keep me in my lane.


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