That Lucky Feeling

November 30, 2007 · Filed Under Works · Comment 

His hands extend accross the window

Replacing tiny specs of dust with

Neat strokes of grime

The glint of my earring shines from dark eyes

Just a fleeting tear

The swollen belly that pops from tattered gown

As the traffic conspires to hide

I can’t escape the lucky feeling

This warm blanket that covers me

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