Just Luck

Beyond the cool breeze of earth.
It's crust a paperwork cloth.
Among a thought or deja vu.
A second passing.
You wish a star.
A beat shooting through.
A thought among a reason why.
All that frightens you.
just luck.

by barbara dawn kirkpatrick

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