Superstitious
superstitious, searching
for a sign, this down-and-out
gambler frame of mind,
I pulled up my damp
raincoat collar to the biting
chill of the ashen fog
that crept in stealthily
off the bay, frosting soft
on my tinted windshield,
seemed to me luckless
morn came my way;
but shortly after a light
drizzle this afternoon,
I secretly rejoiced,
with child-like delight,
I paused and gasped as
I gawked up at a triple rainbow
that arched across
the city skyline just like
a natural on the next roll
of the dice for my
superstitious eyes !
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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