Superstition
black cats
criss-crossing our path,
dodging ladders
sliding from windows
and leaping
over pavement fissures,
seeking to
avoid any imaginary pitfall
to press snooze
on destiny.
seal the
windows, close the shades,
turn the
welcome mat the other way,
and cross ourselves
lest we see him
lurking in
the shadows of the scenes,
dragging his
scythe through the dirt.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Thanks for commenting :)