on the rebound

so often, he said, after a split,
you’re sitting there feeling as if your soul was
decapitated
or whatever it is you have instead of a
soul
then
the phone rings or there is a knock upon
the door
and there is
a totally new and refreshing
female.
it’s as if a sign has been sent to you
from above
and
there they are
and
they enter your life with
all their best signals
working
and
you accept that
as if nothing could ever go wrong
again,
there’s this chance once again
when no second chance is
deserved, there’s
all that first laughter
all that first miracle
there
again.
whoever planned this
had the eye of the fox
the quick response of the
hawk
and an awful
sense of
humor.

on the other hand, I said, it doesn’t
always work that
way.

pray that you are right, he
answered, I need a
rest.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1990
Source
Original manuscript