Concentration at the State Fair

Second place
in weighing your stuttered human relationships
against the tragedy of your birth.
The satisfaction of a job well done
as a consolation prize,
and the day-to-day.
I'm ten steps behind.
You heard it here, folks.
Science has failed.
This morning,
we weren't even in the same location,
can you imagine?
Contextually,
of course.
I don't aspire to any great revelations.
Appreciating the small things seems to be your game today,
if I may venture a guess
as to
the break:
the lights,
gravity and its consequences
(the weight),
candy apples, always a quick regret,
and the inconceivable transformation of a parking lot
into a vital part
of a life together.