Good Juju

My thoughts aren’t very organized
Sitting still for long is hard
But I’m quickly
Crossing off items
From my to-do list;
And, as usual
Instead of writing.
Poetry comes easy
Like a journal entry
When you don’t have someone
To constantly text
Every detail of your day.
Maybe I’m just posting
To prove
I’m still alive.

I bought this old necklace for 50 cents
At a big garage sale
In Lyons, New York.
It looked so worn
So well-loved
I felt I had to have it.
Maybe some good juju
Will rub off on me
In time.

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