fell into a happenstance
much like cut logs posing as a lumberyard
or cars parked as a counter lineup
of baked loaves of bread
but without their flavor overriding
or there, as a grove of the same type trees
appearing as an oversized scrub brush
turned up facing the sky,
wanting for the grab-hands towards usage
“spare change” as a vocal out of my mouth
you’d think I was feeling homeless and in need
but really, not that kind of ‘change’ is needed
more so, life in a different direction
spontaneity blooming each minute alive
less ruts more novelty addressing me
in-breathes that are inviting me
perception that exudes with possibilities
here as a blessing of circumstance
wonderment to share ongoing
what is so child-like about being
that is not in the now before me?
happenstance be knighting me
asking for a permission to come forth
from within the perusal
perception is such a funny game
when then,
expectation was the only paying customer . . .
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