Bruce McCrae – “Lucky You”

Some turns by chance, some by design.
The story concerning Divine Providence
shuffling from the bottom of the deck,
the farmer strung up in his attic,
all those bills, all that ill fortune.
The joke concerning a fox that hated red,
becoming lost on an arduous journey.
The people of the north complaining about winter,
its long dark hours and frigid temperatures.
Reports of a woman waiting for a train,
gone missing, and no other evidence
she was harmed or ever existed.
How gamblers pray to Lady Luck,
who doesn’t give a damn – so stuff the griping.
That studied script you don’t remember.
Just being missed by bullet and bomb.
“The gods were with me,” as they’re wont to say,
but the gods fat and disinterested.


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