There’s no reason to wait for the luck
When it’s flowering in it’s ready
To show off now.
It’s not like there’s only a day for
That merriment for you to reach
Out for that shamrock
Potatoes and religious contempt
Make no match to the honest luck
flowering for you
It’s not like the Irish have the only
Greenery held to that leafy trinity
That’s blood red
Flushing through your veins
In this miracle of breath and sight
Happy to be here
Luck gives it’s magic indiscriminate
In what is suppose to happen in that moment
Joined in yours
Luck can be care-less, fortunate, startling.
Meaningless when you don’t regard it
Blooming before you
There’s a lot to be said for stopping to smell
The blossoms opening in front of you
Luck gathers in that moment
There’s no reason to wait for the Luck
It’s been with you every moment of breath
It waits for you to notice
