Serendipity

There was no space between 
the bonsai. 

You were growing in a flat 
tray, spreading horizontally. 

The plain glitter of absence 
brings the unorder. You�"� 

want to start a riot among 
the fallen leaves of an autumn. 

A civil war between words. 
They were fighting without guns. 

There are no comments, no 
judgement. Only blood in the kitchen. 

The surrogates were presented. 
Are you ready to call the shots?

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[Shy Joe]

"There are no comments, no
judgement. Only blood in the kitchen."

Kitchen, that is where substance is prepared. I think I know where you were going with this, I just don't know what it has to do with serendipity.

Anyhow, your metaphors, and poem in general, were fun to read. Thanks for sharing.