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Sunday, May 22, 2011

Simple Twists of Fate

 

Stone Poem

You stoop to select a stone
to toss down the lazy path.
It rolls, reaches level ground, stops,
stays in place when you pass.

Later that same day,
an angry walker
seizes that same rock,
flings it far into the woods
where it lands hard,
jostles a few pebbles,
and then the stone is home
for another thousand years.



THREE THINGS THAT DID NOT HAPPEN


I almost saw Nessie
lift her curious ancient head
above the black waters of Loch Ness.
Hey, that would have been something.

I almost won the jackpot
with triple double diamonds
in a colorful, clattering row.
Oh yes, that would have been something.

I almost had a child.
She was there in my womb
until chromosomes killed her.
My God, that would have been something.
That would have been something

2 comments:

Martin heavisides said...

I like these two, Nonnie

Karen thisoldhouse2.com said...

I remember the joy eminating from the family, and then the sad news.