“The Vagaries of Luck” by Alejandro Montañez
old minds new things
incompatible concepts
change comes on like a train
sound and fury and speed
compose calculus of fear
the terrors of infirmity
facing new regimens
details unknown
unforeseeable therapies
incomplete panoplies
unrecognizable faces
peer out from the shadows
what spaces await
disobedient bones
to accommodate
badly turned plans
no grave will be made
in a north country forest
whose trees will have
since disappeared
like their very own
leaves of a season
the once cherished
rural aesthetic forsaken
by force of the flesh
the unkindness of time
will decide where and when
for new endings
the power to write them
transferred and invested in
vagaries given to chance
It must seem like when Earth platelets are shifting and new lands are forming.
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with great reluctance, we put our home up for sale over the holiday weekend – very traumatic
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Paul, I am so sorry.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Great poetry.
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thanks kindly
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And God said to Abram, ‘Go into the land I will show you’. And Abram went . . .
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