A swift sword and the kill.
A thousand years have passed.
A hundred years or so ago
the pistol misfires in Wyoming
and the woman survives.
Someone failed to attend the dance,
and the couple was reduced to one.
That was the year the farmer’s
crop failed.
Wars have come and gone.
Lives are lost; new lives are gained.
A man left the bar in Limerick,
and never made it home.
The 747 made a safe landing.
All the passengers made their way
to their final destinations.
For millennia, no matter the significance,
paths have crossed or have failed to.
One thing follows another.
A breath is taken, the first or the last.
The train is on time or late.
So, what does it matter?
You and I, someone, something,
somewhere in the past, present or
future, with or without reason.
Either we are or they
shall or never shall be.
Perhaps the bee left the hive
and never returned. For lack
of a microgram of pollen
the honey was never made.
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Chris Hanch 12-23-2021
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