POETRY

Fat Chance

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Assorted notions come and go at random,
Afloat inside the mind’s kaleidoscope.
Related thoughts are seldom linked in tandem—
By no fault of my own, I dare to hope.

The graph of truth and error is stochastic,
With slippery slopes of bell curves everywhere;
Concise accounts are always periphrastic,
And equable environments are rare.

A lemming handed me a memorandum
Directly from the office of the Boss:
For spastic flights we wax enthusiastic—
Just leap across, or grab an albatross.

C.B. Anderson was the longtime gardener for the PBS television series, The Victory Garden. He is a dedicated formalist poet, and his first full-length book, Mortal Soup and the Blue Yonder, was published by White Violet Press in the late spring of 2013. He resides in Massachusetts and takes refuge in Maine.

The graph of truth and error is stochastic,
With slippery slopes of bell curves everywhere;
Concise accounts are always periphrastic,
And equable environments are rare.