KARMA

Karma

Not for me
the familiar ways of people
the pride in sons
the worry about daughters
the graduations
and small parties
With paper hats
And thin wands that make noise
I am invited when the unfamiliar occurs
When the lines blur
and the boundaries must be negotiated
I take my chair
as the person who should have been there
steps out for a smoke
and disappears in a haze of hurry