Premade BG 77 by Brenda Clarke
You Missed One
Missed Connections in Tucson
good luck had just stung me,
angels come in many forms
the nearness of fate exponentiates;
How to remove the mist from connections?
in a room full of pentacles
trees germinate and touch clouds
in one breath,
and wands;
my apology kind Senor,
I was sworn to secrecy
NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:
I’m not sure why Tucson has a higher than average amount of “mysterious” missed connections. Maybe it’s the result of heatstroke, or the desert peyote, or secret codes for communicating with the UFOs in neighboring New Mexico. Whatever it is, the three messages we’re featuring today will certainly make you stop and wonder. What is the secret our lovelorn poet has sworn never to reveal?
