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I COULD BECOME SOME KIND OF LUCKY 2/19/2022


Hey Lucky Girl

look out..

 how luck might drop on your head and

you/I might take a plane/train and

change the name OURparents gave US

glance backwards into the great disappearance of your/my old life

and rename ourselves

the sighs malingering in your/my lungs no longer escaping

and instead

the regrowth of two new pair of lungs

re-invention and magic being your/my new lease

the tickets to move on, we share

and all those blurs called bad memories

now draining outside the sides of your/my head

the skyline, the horizon line, the dividing line

yours/mine now to claim instead

not the blackbird balancing itself

on the shifting plane of the telephone wires

the electricity sparking you/me  from the inside

shifting all our gears and wires

til the numbers align

propelling you/me/us forward

look out Lucky....



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