Wait around long enough, Jesus’ll show
his face again. We never get to know
where he’ll pop up. In some piece of toast
or flour tortilla, wherever needed most,
lady luck’s top impresario.

Every miracle’s a fluke. Although
we like to think we reap the seed we sow,
the unexpected’s what gets us engrossed.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Wait around long enough.

Six hundred million can’t be passed up, so
we’ll take our chances with what little dough
we have on hand. Who knows, perhaps we’ll boast
our karma. Wouldn’t it be great to coast
wherever fortune wants our road to go?
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Wait around long enough.



by sheila and maggie


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