Good Omens
I took it as a good omen
when the sprinklers popped up
out of the grass and began to
sing water as I walked by.
I took it as a good omen
that the moon was nearly full that night,
not bloated with tryptophan pride,
but just full enough for contented humming
and glowing.
I took it as a good omen
that the moths flocked to the porch light.
As the loneliest light bulb
in the house (or out of the house),
it was good to see it
get some attention.
I took it as a good omen
that my coat was frayed,
for a good day at the grind
is well-worth the pain
by the time the body hits the mattress
and drifts off into dreams
of good omens.
-M.M.
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