Good Luck
Walking a last inspection through the devastation of this home
we once shared,
I find a small crystal on the carpet and pick it up.
Its surface is rough and cold,
but I would never have noticed it you were still here.
I try to remember where I first picked it up, and
I think it was that summer in the Grand Canyon
Where you kept violating the Danger! signs,
Just, I think, to hear me plead with you
to conform
for your own good.
I put the crystal in my pocket for luck.
I'll need it.
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