Crossing Their Fingers Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The best distractions to employ,
And enjoy them being seen enacted...
By ambitious leadership seekers.
Are the ones easily fed,
Wishes and dreams...
Dancing in their heads.
Only to hear what is not to them,
Said.
But left impressed by implications.

Implied is a guarantee,
Of delivered gifts wrapped.
And to them received.
If a crossing their fingers,
To then click their heels is done.
Of course,
Not literally.
But said in jest to everyone.
For the fun.

'Should we do that together?
You know...
In unity?
Or would what is promised to us,
Come quicker delivered...
If done individually.
With kept faith? '

-Only if you have a dog named,
'Toto'.-

'What about 'Max'? '