Friday, September 2, 2011

Not making sense

How likely would it be, really,
at season's end,
to find one perfect pumpkin
in an empty field;
the most beautiful girl in class,
dateless for the prom;
the plumpest turkey
still gobbling
after Thanksgiving's  come and gone?
What providence is this,
that would consign God's finest
to hang upon a cross?

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