How Things Happen

Here is a collage poem sent as mail art.

Destiny In Whose Hands

a stranger, alone
pushed through the crowd
standing too close
the stranger mindful
not everybody liked surprises. But in the end,
he could not tell the half of it.
There was something
they waited for
and in this wind
could be
the appearance
of the stranger
and
at the same time,
could never be.

"Destiny in Whose Hands" Mail art/collage poem

“Destiny in Whose Hands”
Mail art/collage poem

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