Poem 713








My salsa on two
turned
prematurely
sour.

That means
today is not
the day..
right now
is not the hour..
for me to make it to
The Phoenix’s nest.
I am at peace.
God always
knows what’s
for the best.

And we may
never hope
to fully grasp
His strange
and crooked
alleyways.
The All I know
is that they
lead somewhere,
eventually..
in time-space.

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