Inevitabilities
Yes, in some spots—even here—
The sun sits pitted against the sky.
Yet it’s just a day like any other.
At night, the moon might hover
With a strangely disappointed eye.
Yes, in some spots—even here—
The wind flies only to deliver
A cold and unexpected sigh.
Yet it’s just a day like any other.
Each wave breaking on the shore
Seems to surge and question why.
Yes, in some spots—even here—
Dogs stop searching for their master
To sleep wherever it may be dry.
Yet it’s just a day like any other.
Some wonder what has taken over
Though there’s never a clear reply.
Yes, in some spots—even here.
Yet it’s just a day like any other.
No Spell Checker Necessary
Wait; let’s slow things down a second.
Turn time back if we can. I want to
watch you type the words you’ve sent.
See if these silly mistakes in spelling
and arranging were on purpose, or
simply because you typed too fast—
unsure of what you might write. Were
you emotionally distraught or merely
disengaged? Would you take any back
if you could, or was it all a remarkable
product of premeditation—a calculated
effort to make me second-guess your
words—to recheck this document after
it was printed, offering you one last
chance to admit your careless mistakes?
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