inside my mother’s screened-in porch, I
sit each morning pondering and writing

all those thoughts that were not meant to be,
especially since I am always tempted to
look inside the unexplained or the unanticipated
as if it was still always meant to be but we
had somehow missed it in our calculations;
and if it were not for the money left behind
there would be no porch in which to sit at all.
18Mar18
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