I let losing the cellphone

throw me....

I'm not clear in my

thought because

I'm letting

circumstance

derail

desire and

destiny...

I'm focused on

those who dismiss

me and I'm

ready to

drown

in the

shallow

water of

today...

I don't want to

die like this...

And that's what

it's all about

really

the

reality that

this body

dies

this brain

stops

firing....

Up till now

I've let it all

get caught up

in a flood of

deservedness...

None of us

deserves what's

given...I've

come to

accept

that...

coins found on

my brother's

floor picked up

by me and put, one

by one, into a mason

jar till it was brim full

and taken to an open storage

unit placed on display and

taken from me in a matter

of seconds. I was doing my best

to make stubborn boxes fit and

the thief probably slipped behind

back and under cover of my

obscene rant demanding the

universe consign the

contents of the unmanageable

box to the ninth ring of hell

took every last dime, quarter,

nickel and penny of my spare

change

inheritance.

Oh, well, I thought. My bad for

being careless and losing my

temper.

But, the phone, I

don't understand. I was

a gentle correspondent that

day...my concern was entirely

for my fellow man. My last text

was congratulating a fellow

artist for creating a beautiful

piece of music.

I was sure I put the cell in my back pocket when I finished the post, just before I stacked my last box onto the storage unit pile.

Just before I locked the storage unit door.

Then, when I arrived at my friend's place of work, the phone, my phone was gone.

It wasn't in my pocket.

It wasn't in my car.

It wasn't in or around the

storage unit.

It was gone

Like the spare change jar

was gone

Karma

Gone.

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