Whose Serendipity

Months go by, plans
straightened and stacked
against a retaining 

wall. One strong June blast
of warm air, and she’s off
her stoop, she’s scrambling 

to recollect. The reshuffle
comes out as red as
an improvised sunset 

backing off a river.

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