What are the chances

What are the chances. Naw. Chalked up to a string of coincidences these last few days.  Not even going to press it in my mind either.

Delirious I would become if I thought further.  Because if words were necessary they would be found.

Not even in same thought set so leaving it all to oddity of living in same vicinity.

Truly exciting and yet I want to say that is bad to feel.  Yet I don't.  I wait to see if accidents can happen.

Indeed not moving around to form but just tickled by the laughter I have. The sense of humor I hold in high regard.

Funny I laughed at God. Said to him his humor and placements of people are full of jokes and uncany moments.

Not at all bad just rolling all this into the assumptions of just coincidences. Can not play any other reason for situations. The strain of strategic planning in his part.

Indeed I just laugh and smile.

What are the chances my last poem saying something eerie and all together satisfying?

Yes smile friend you need it. Because what are the chances we stand side by side and not pay attention.

Intrigue on God's part. So laugh with me.

Smile. It has been a ride for sure. Each day is better and better.

Enjoy. I hope you found what you needed.