I caught Serendipity by the tail.
Now I am a flea thrown mid-wag
by seeing the car pull up
to disgorge seven children
at the rubber band snapping age
infused with floating dandelion puff wonder.
Thrown mid-wag I double somersault
into the sequel of the Sunday sacrifice
of a half gallon of ice cream
and two jars of chocolate sauce
which has become ritualized
into a weekly event
after rediscovering the great outdoors
in a park totally lacking suspicion
while lined by sinister houses
on the opposite side of the street.
copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney
