PROMPT: These things happen.

What are these things? I did this prompt, too.

I hope you are all doing ok.

ilysm

xo

Amy

These Things Happen

Hell, you could smash your finger in an old wooden window

as it closes fast in South Carolina,

or in Ohio the warm April winds could push open

your back door and let love in.

You could roll your car window down in Tennessee

and a bird could see your arm hang free,

and in May in Pittsburgh you could trip and fall,

maybe chip a tooth,

and in Minnesota later there could be a time

you decide to have a renaissance with yourself,

or across the badlands everything could immediately become clear

like eyeglass,

and strangely, in some soft northern town in California,

a front door shuts for the very last time.

-ATS

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