Luck

by
Richard Luftig
I remember you told me

that there was only so much

of everything in life

to go around: Love. Money.

Land. Luck...
 So when I found 
that penny, heads up in the dust,

(tails and the luck won't work),

I stowed it in my pocket

promising to keep it forever.

 


Today, when they told me how

you died--alone in that flat

corner of the city where

love never suckles or rears

its young,

 I dug deep in 

my desk, behind years of dust,

pulled out that penny

and wished
 I had shared. 

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