Archive for August, 2010

Not According to Plan

August 2nd, 2010 by

When I drop my glasses
in the airport and they
are crushed in the walkway
between terminals, I get to
meet the three kind souls
who help me on my way.

Then I hear you crying
after everyone has left
and bring you water.

Ever since the lock on
my door broke, I have
more visitors.

Now the road I always
take is detoured, which
I curse until I see the
heron glide across the
small pond I didn’t
know was there.

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