I. favorite number
five; superstition dictates.
i am a child born
on the fifth day of
the tenth month, a multiple
of five. mystical.
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II. give me five, one hand
thrust open in greeting, slapped
up high, down low, slide
across palms touching, friendship
displayed playfully.
Photo by David from Society 6.
III. ring ’round the rosie
pocket quite full of posey,
all but five fall down.
a circle drawn in
childish games mocking death’s role
In childhood forgot.
Jeu d’enfants a Riquewihr-1920’s -Alsace-Robert Doisneau
Praying for Eyebrowz 