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The Problem with Fate

 
I.

The problem with fate is that it lacks closure,
the cyclical embrace of karma and kismet
clasped like buttons on small children’s
peacoats from the 40’s.
The quality of life has deteriorated today.

II.

“Everything is little kid.
Dreams used to be big.
And the sky was full of ‘em.”

III.

A young boy (not me) used to
shoot small birds out of the horizon
with a BB gun,
intoxicated with the scent
of coercion and conquest;
watch them stagger, dazed,
ricocheting between the clouds.
“It’s just a bird Mom.”
Little men. Hunters.
Gatherers are gone.

IV.

We are left holding the bag.
It’s contents are stale.
Perhaps expired coldcuts
purchased from a delicatessen
in a neighborhood known as Little Italy.
Maybe a greasy taco
bought from a silver pushcart
at a busy intersection in East LA. “Gracias.”
Most likely it’s the crumbs of a glowing dream,
gone the way of Roman numerals.
Sun chips for the soul.

V. 

The problem with fate is that it lacks closure
The problem with fate is that it lacks closure
The problem with fate is that it lacks closure

“Dreams used to be big,”
“It’s just a bird Mom,”
“Gracias,”
they murmur,
always having more to mouth.

(Originally published here)

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About Daniel Romo

Author of When Kerosene's Involved (Mojave River Press, 2014) and Romancing Gravity (Silver Birch Press, 2013). I'm partial to prose poems. Alliteration. And fragments.

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