That Lucky Feeling
November 30, 2007 · Filed Under Works
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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