A thousand million
chances, and this I picked.
Life’s lottery I call it:
themes, variations, dicey rolls,
rollicking fun, missteps, with a subsequent,
resultant, discombobulation of limbs,
limbos of fragmented ideas.
On this street we go
both ways at once:
time the one, memory the other,
picking up the pieces, trying it again, and again.
One more time and I’ll stop.