in the best
of all possible
worlds"
he thought
as he watched
somebody
push him
into traffic
he awoke sweating
fearing his faith
floating through
had never
steered him wrong
but he worried
was fate kind
was weathering any storm
as good as avoiding the rain
after many years
of disuse
his oar had become
a rudder
he couldnt tell
if the subtle drag
was better or worse
than rowing in circles
he worried
only for a moment
and then
he went to work
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