Never saw the sweat of day


It was almost a job and
he almost got paid,
almost made the big time.
It seems like there’s only
upside in the land of the
near miss. We never think
of the almost fall, the abyss
that devoured indiscretion,
how on the edge of potential
everything is, the bulldog
was almost a pekinese,
the grape almost a pear,
but those alternate universes
never saw the sweat of day.

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