With a gust of wind, the bouquet of
flowers
flies
from the rear basket of the bicycle.
Minutes
later, the man scoops it up
and
continues on his way to the park,
where
he sits next to a young woman on a bench.
A
maple leaf falls from the overhead tree.
They
turn, grab, kiss, and laugh
without
thought of repercussions down the line.
Years
later, they live in a three-story Victorian,
a
gaggle of daughters rushing out the door
to
ride bicycles in the park and collect spring flowers.
Surely
it was all divinely-inspired happenstance,
this
blur of joy and color spanning decades,
for
there is no such thing as randomness or chance.
~William Hammett
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