if not for the smash of my knee
into the sliding glass door,
the patch of grit
on the country curve,
the overheard
conversation,
the desert windstorm
encrusting me in dust.
the birthday kiss,
the missed - assignation.
the secret mission
unexpectedly revealed.
the stillborn novel
reborn in stanzas,
the stolen camera,
the broken fence.
the little boy who said,
i didn't know that it was loaded.
the wallet lost
on a foreign train,
the rainy swerve
into the guard rail.
if the comet hadn't
smacked the Yucatan,
we might all
be clad in scales.
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