(no) accidents

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there are
no accidents
you said

compacted metal
tilted glass
life poured

a prism of leaves drift in cool air
whirling dervishes on their way down

there are
no accidents
you repeat

guilty hands
lightning lips
clipped memory

driving rain stings bare backs
innocent drops bring the flood

there are
no accidents
i wonder
cells multiply
scissors cut
names elude

watery paint seeps beyond boundaries
infected plans molt: a beauty unfamiliar

there will be
no accidents
i plead
avarice will wilt
blood will clean
cracks will fill with gold

About the Author

Adrian Van Geest is a retired minister in the Christian Reformed Church.
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