Thursday, December 15, 2022

To Perch in the Soul Another Day

You could create an epic
Cataloging every pair
Of things that never perceived

They were on collision course
With each other. Car and deer.
Planet and asteroid. Sun

And cloud raised up by the sun.
Boy and girl, whether in two
Bodies or in just the one.

Ship and iceberg. That’s famous,
Too famous, cliché. Fate. Fate.
Contronymic little wheel,

All preordained and random.
The plot’s in the clinamen,
Deer and driver eye to eye,

Swerve or die or swerve and die?
The cloud falls apart. The ship
Lists to port. The asteroid

Smacks into a shallow bay
That never saw it coming.
Things with feathers flew away.

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