Prosperity

by Margery Hannah

Sand falls to the platter
of dry branches resting
in a baby cardboard box

I bless you and lower my gaze

wipe greased palms
on linen white

Drop it in the box
Chant, “Prosperity, prosperity, prosperity”

Match the platter with burning light
Now, spit upon the flames
You are now a footstool
for dreams abundant

© Margery Hannah 2003-2021 All Rights Reserved

Published by Margery Hannah

“A writer writes, aways.” (Larry Donner, Throw Mama from the Train) The musings of Margery Hannah on an array of subject matter through a literary lens. Every snowflake has a story.

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