People debate free will
and no matter the context,
I pay little attention.
I will go on and watch tree branches
and flowers as the wind pushes them
this way and that.
I will stir a pot of simmering sauce
until it is ready.
I will kiss my love hello and goodbye.
I don’t know if these things are
ordained or a whim
but they’re mine and I’ll hold them
like a beautiful fallen leaf, colorful
and about to disintegrate into winter.
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