A poem tinged with pity.

He said directly to my pinched face

you’re an unlucky man,

your erratic heart didn’t just start with a PE

we think you’ve had failure

before,

I heard his words, flowing over me like water

some absorbed,

some repelled resistant to comprehension

an unlucky man.

How swiftly the dark clouds descend over a clear

blue day,

now it seems down to chance.

He was helpful and kind, he eased our minds

but I ponder how luck

suddenly rose behind me and said no,

let this one go.

CP