Today, the suns not budging.
She rubs her Buddha belly
and makes foolish wishes,
glimmering till mid-morning,
mulish.
Until the mascaron mist parts,
and she slingshots,
a pebble skipped towards shore,
kissing fire into the waves
which start to roar,
furious to be separated
from the good luck orb
they so adore.
© 2023 | K.Hartless





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