The 365 Project

i once knew this girl and
rain poured from her fingers
but the only parade she
ever touched was her own

once i squeezed my finger
to see if the water would come
and just as i was about to
stop i could only raise a drop

some people have all the luck
some people have all the luck

when counting stones or stars
you need to go by thirteens and
sevens the logic of happiness
has nothing to do with elevens

the bridges crossed and
powders lost are not for coming
and going but for dandelions
growing and fingers that weep

some people have all the luck
some people have all the luck

bhagiti 9.5.07 perrysburg, oh