CHANCE MOCKS outside my office window is a patch on it grew grasses, green and brown renting the soil with them were wild flowers too the petals beckoned to the caress of my camera lens but I kept saying “there’s still time.” perhaps, like the maiden’s breasts, they’ll ripen the more then came Monday morning i heard the buzz of an engine alas it was the gardener’s machine hacking at the feet of the grasses and flowers I yearned to scream, “Stop!” but, like a constable, he’s a man under strict orders he evicted the grasses and flowers with gusto did I let time fly? did I let chance fly? my soul and camera clutched our pricked hearts while chance mocked us eerily
Posted on: Wed, 10 Dec 2014 09:18:35 +0000
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