Good Omens

sprinklers

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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