”Why should not providence also mean God…the compassionate companion?” Desmond, G&B 303, fn 11
Yes, I’ve been to Pro-
vidence, sought my fortune there.
And since then, elsewhere.
Retired down river,
I watch egrets under the
piers, stalking dinner.
Stark white they double
like ampersand in the shal-
low shadows I watch.
And so Providence
fulfills its promise, becom-
ing nothing for me.
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