Fortuitutus
fortuitous
A tiny ant was crossing the kitchen table
I was going to squash it with my thumb,
Hesitated, I thought to let it pass first then kill it.
I was distracted something my wife said
When I looked back on the table, the ant had disappeared.
Our life is like this, say; you set sail at sunset
Then you have to turn back the dog is at home
The boat is fastened you walk home
And since it is dark decide to sail in
The morning. In the night a storm blows hard
the ship is smashed into winter wood.
Just a fluke you might say, or was it?
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