Small Chance - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Small Chance

Run, jump, jubilant, free.
Hunker, flinch, frown, ossify.
Two outwardly normal men
Sit on a park bench.
One admires the birds in the sky
Playing a carefree game.
The other sees a small
Chance of heavy rain and
Intractable despondency.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer