Unplanned

We spoke poignantly

about the past

crowds buzzing in syntax

Cantankerous tea pots

shrieking before morning

waterless clouds

swayed by the current winds

they spoke about delineation

railroads

encroaching inland

driving Westward

like predestination

how utterly pedestrian

Is life about hatching plots?

Or being surprised by serendipity?

If hardship is arbitrary

than so can blessings

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