NO SUCH LUCK (August Postcard Poem 2017)

Some are born with it

welded to their souls,

others step into it

like discarded gum.


Big luck is the big thing:



the stock market


Why bother playing

unless the promise

reeks of motherlode?



He protects the habitat

of the elusive minimal luck.


Once as common as the cold,

minimal luck suffers

from habitat encroachment,

its survival dependent

on diving into dark corners:

pennies on sidewalks,

deposit cans left in parks,

treasures unearthed on trash days


Once he had worshipped the ordinary,

never realizing how soon

it would become rare.


Copyright 2017

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