Good luck flowed on Friday the 13th. |
On Friday the 13th, good luck looked me in the eye; it flowed like a spring stream, splashing my face with energy of cold water. Like loot in a pocket, this found bounty for spending. I was fortune in Armani shoes, striding streets with crosswalks painted green, prosperity my Visa Card throughout day, when black cats dash across one’s path, when getting fired is the norm, and storm clouds rule. I squeezed luck against my chest and held it as I drove. A spring breeze blew through my half-open window so fortune would not flee. No fear of number thirteen could seize it from my warm embrace, nor hurry its departure; it stayed with me that day. A glowing gold nugget, satin-robed karma, expanding as grand aurora energizing me. Good luck satiated from dawn to dusk, and I stayed champion of fate, a four-leaf clover, a seven at the table… …making all those traffic lights, a lotto scratch-off win for twenty. Discovering that lost gift card under the car seat. Receiving speedy service at the Bureau of Motor Vehicles, finding a penny face up when walking at the mall. Yield of fortune. 37 Lines Writer's Cramp Co-Winner 3-14-20 |