I believe in Omens.
After Mother died –
she was watching her favorite
game show –
I suddenly started solving
crossword puzzles.
Visited Portlandia in springtime
came home and suddenly
started wearing thick dark
socks with open-toed sandals.
Found a copper penny in the dog run.
Lincoln’s face right on top.
Bought a lottery ticket.
I am too young still
to watch “Jeopardy.”
Luck is where you find it
I am thinking.
And I am on the lookout.
I believe in omens.