The Wind Blows Where It Will
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ICMA, Coin Toss, 2009.
It may have been a memory
Of something long ago
A faded scene, or passing dream
Or just a random thought
It may have been a poet's line
Wrote from a searching heart
A verse or two, that carried through
Thoughts from a long gone time
It may have been the universe
Fate written in the stars
A destiny or fantasy
A cosmic happenstance
It may have been a childhood wish
A dream of hero's fame
A school yard crush, in teenage blush
Remembered through long years
It may be that we'll never know
Or never need to know
Just how we choose, and what we lose
Or win, by fickle fate
~~
JD Shirk, 2024
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