Open Field

I’d find my night
in an open field of grass
look up at infinity of stars
towards stories untold
how they were bold
in delivering subsequent connections
each fork of a life
with miniscule deviations
all chaos theory
small bite sized choices
cataclysmic consequences
leading to a boy starfished in a field
with only a dog leash and a torch
looking for a sun kissed red head
who wandered from the fold

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