Good luck you wish for.
Bad luck you wish away.
Pot luck is what you get
when others cook their way.
Is there anything we can trust about luck?
Or control about pots?
Can we stand and watch from the side,
silently acknowlegding whatever’s served?
I wish I could simply eat the pot away,
not nagging for hours every day.
Still, we don’t control our luck –
it just comes and tends to stay.
©2024, soulmary
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