His good luck reminded me of Siamese twins Impossible to separate The slot machines never let him down Would that I could obtain that bounce in his walk That lucky people seem to have They never take a left turn that leads the wrong way I knock on wood, still nothing I keep a record of their habits One wears a lucky cent on a chain around his neck His first piece of luck won on a toss, heads, or tails Another tells me, only play when it feels right It’s a steep learning curve On my way home that night I find a black cat brooch Picking it up, I pin it to my t-shirt Knowing I would be lucky from now on Each turn of the cards, each spin of the wheel Will play for me…
© Anita Dawes 2021
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