The Inadequacy Of Flowers - Poem by Douglas Scotney
Perhaps because I don't know why,
the need arose for fate
to be given the chance to differ.
I don't know why
I make my bets in words.
Perhaps without uncertainty
no need to bet in anything
let alone in words.
in the uncertainty
of what words say and cause
I see better chances
for that different fate.
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