Bet

How’re those Google alerts working out for you
Do they deliver what you want
Peeps through the keyhole
At a life in motion
That froze in amber
Becoming a worry-stone
A talisman touchstone
But luck cannot be kept
Only sought
So I place my bet with a smile now
With all to win and none to lose
And laughter in my heart

©Heather Coldstream

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About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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