Poem by R. M Dolin, July 26, 2024
Friends with Fate
When fate comes looking, she finds you,
all that remains is ascertaining if she’s friend or foe.
Red goes north in search of oil, a gentle whisper
on wind sheltering little mercy if any at all.
After only explosive remnants remain, he drifts south
to escape the cold Canadian snow casting
misplaced men into the lost land of loneliness.
She’s his every dream, yet nothing he needs.
With inevitability forgone, the last survivor of
his fatal crash is guilt that won’t recover.
The terminal truth is men can only take on
so much loss before the tipping point turns,
always near the apex, always with gravity
conquering what little remains. The sad ugly
irony is all this would have been avoided if only
Red had learned to make friends with fate.
Background poem for the novel, “The Dangling Conversation.” Kyle tells his best friend’s tragic story.
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