The drizzling rain drops had been gathering
On the wet electric wire
Slowly, rapidly
Slipping down
The wet hung cable
To meet each other.
(I) put my hand out
And let the salt and pepper drops
Fall on palm.
The reddish brown lines of fortune–
crisscrossed and entwined…
They’re old more than the time
I could recollect.
My thoughts, errand thoughts,
Sheltered it
Under the veil of brown thought,
Luck is what?
Is it like one of these lines?
(Or) are they like the droplets–
falling on the palm?
(Or) like the droplets
That’re slipping down
‘fore falling down
In the water clogged road
Creating the round ripple
‘fore getting encircling
With another
Formed recent, though past, ripple…
What is luck?
Daily Prompt: Luck
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