Fate

It shows up in a thousand snowfalls

Each tiny flake a work of miraculous art

First never better than the last

I revel in the uniqueness

Of the unspoiled, unfiltered truth

It shows up in the astute words of a slight elder

Each conversation a work of quiet reflection

First never better than the last

I revel in the uniqueness

Of the unspoiled, unfiltered truth

The knowing manipulates

But just try to stop my smile