The Way It Is

When luck, unhardening, lets me win,
Two thoughts eat out the insides of my laughter
   till it sounds around a hollow.
One is that my good luck is another’s bad—
The rabbit’s foot’s not lucky for the rabbit,
The winning horseshoe that I toss
   was lost by someone’s steed-like love.
The other is that after all,
The Grinning Reaper, modernized now,
Sits in the high cab of his tractor
Mowing the four-leaf clovers with the three.

–March 13, 2001

(“The Way It is” appeared in the Spring/Summer 2004 issue of The Raintown Review, Indianapolis IN.)

Published on January 20, 2007 at 2:47 pm  Leave a Comment  

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