A poem by Victoria Zammit

Crystal clear waters
mired by
specks of bronze
and gold
littering the floor.

                                                One for luck
                                                Two for love
                                                Three for money

“Over the left shoulder
with your right hand
or the wish is useless.”

                                                One for me
                                                Two for you
                                                Three for us

I close my eyes
and hope
that this
will keep us together.

                                               One for us
                                               Two for us
Three for us

Plop.

Plop.

Plop.

And I hope
for another day
in paradise.