Day 13 of National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) and it’s time for another poem.
Friday the thirteenth
I do not believe today carries
the particular stench of bad luck.
Today, I wasn’t expecting disasters to happen.
I’m not concerned about walking under ladders
or about black cats crossing my path.
I haven’t lost sleep over that mirror I broke.
My good fortunes are not thanks to four-leaf clovers or horseshoes
although I never did find that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
If I believed in these beliefs I would be giving them the kiss of life.
So my food poisoning this morning was pure chance.
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