Favored Flare

Kure Beach, December 2022

Today, the suns not budging.

She rubs her Buddha belly

and makes foolish wishes,

glimmering till mid-morning,

mulish.

Until the mascaron mist parts,

and she slingshots,

a pebble skipped towards shore,

kissing fire into the waves

which start to roar,

furious to be separated

from the good luck orb

they so adore.

© 2023 | K.Hartless

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