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A Downward Gust
A winning lottery ticket,
from his hand
is snatched forever
by a gust of wind,
like a cherry plucked.
And with it
a newfound breath,
unbeknownst only moments ago,
would erode in his chest.
He cried deep
like an organ moan escaping
the pit of a cathedral
before running into a girl who,
tattered in rags and a smile,
whispered hello.
It was then, he recalled
the horror of last month's
nine o'clock news,
and the portrait of a local rape victim
skimmed his memory
like fingers seeking
the right piano key.
How a chord was struck then.
Her image had been rumbling
in his stomach for weeks.
At least until he got high
on his jackpot, but...
...just as a wave descends,
he subsided and leveled out
right beside her,
then offered his hand.
Destinies, intertwined like helices
were bound around time
in tandem.
And he smiled back,
knowing nothing was random.
