The Formulas of Physics

Forget what the loveless and luckless
       say about love and luck.
They haven't the vision.
    Beauty is Lady Luck
leaning over a billiard table,
  radiated for a fleeting moment
in the incandescent light
   of a smoky country-western
       bar and laundromat.
In the sublimity of unplanned games
    we learn how to bounce and play,
and perhaps we scratch,
    but one moment transitions
seamlessly into the next
   with the ensuing encounters
of ricochet rendezvous
    and colliding chance.
So forget again
  what the corrupt
      and disingenuous
say about innocence
    and sincerity.
They haven't the heart.
Purity is Lady Luck
    taking a wild shot
with a sly, knowing grin,
    a feather dangling from her hair
and a mischevous twinkling
     behind her eyes
as the formulas of physics
   we do not understand
        or premeditate
set beauty
                 and purity
  in motion once again.