Unswayed by runes
Today will be the day.
My feet don't touch the smallest
Crack in the pavement.
Just twelve birds on the railing, good.
I dodge round a ladder.
A four-leaf clover beckons
Me to snatch it up.
Touch the wooden gate for fortune.
You wave. A horseshoe brooch,
Fastened, by a single pin
We found, to your blouse.
Red sky last night means fair weather.
My luck is sure, in place, there is no doubt.
And yet the age-old curse must take its grip.
In silence still, the words 'I love you' beat
Against the cage in which my tongue is trapped.
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