This is a poem from page 99 of a book of my choice, third paragraph, made up of the words I decided to keep, then rearranged into a poem. Poetry prompt exercises are often strangely enlightening.
recall a slam
recall a slam
to the chest
an immediate hook
all their coffee
mornings distant
belong to another
he didn’t know
had no idea
safely up there
on his stroll
their invisible
wire just a story
wire just a story
a projection
she’s fallen
like a memory
if she was
there at all
did (s)he
make it all up
fate
always
a maybe
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