If, when walking to a window
to view rain in shiny opaque sheets,
you find a Canadian penny
sitting on the sill,
is it still good luck?
Or are you more alone than ever
because the world is washing away
and even lucky charms
are foreign –
Or are we luckier than we realize?
Maybe we should thank our fellow
traveler for such a token of a
big and shining world.
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