keys are lost.
money
dropped, a dog
hops the fence and runs
away.
the wife cheats
and finds
a better man,
you get fired from
another job,
your children change
their names,
leave town
with no forwarding
address.
weeds are sprouting
in your lawn.
squirrels
are in the attic.
mice in the cellar.
the meter
where you parked has
run out.
the pink ticket
blows like a long
wanting tongue
in the wind.
you find the keys in
the cuff of your pants.
it's a beautiful day.
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