Monday, June 6, 2011

Poem-A-Day: Day 571

Cycle 3
The whole idea, the whole project
grew, as things will do given chance;
chance marking spots of indiscretion,
of marring jolts dripping electric bolts
smashing wave after wave
of portents, poor chance,
and the sweet aroma of resilience
given circumstantial evidence to convict.

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