Knock Wood

i took steps

to change my life,

real steps

–not under ladders, though–

tried angles without shade…

changing bad habits

one by one

–combining sum, i

designated Friday

to stew,

and scratched the sauté, i

traded hooker heels for

horse shoes, &

closed Windows

–so rain couldn’t get in–

furling umbrellas, i

pulled rabbit feet

like petals,

salted anything behind me, and to the left, i

trashed pepper also

so’s not to sneeze,

and bring frying Pan from Fire…

collecting pennies from wishing wells, i

saved ‘em heads up

glued wishbones back together, i

weighted my end–

looking beyond surface sheen

to check work as i

had scuttled

all

reflection.