KARMA
by James Penha
The spider web on my iPad screen
is no web
no collection of filmy water stains
but a network of cracks—
I feel them now—imposed—
I see now—when the dog chasing
his ball last night toppled the table
on which the tablet
in its case in its bag lay
an accident as freak
as the little boy yesterday
running after his ball into the street
maybe two seconds ahead
of my brakes
and I’m wondering if I should
refrain today from peeling snails
from the leaves in the garden
and pitching them as far as I can
over the wall
into the rocky creek.
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