Postcard 14

Thirteen is my favorite number
I like the way it feels as it rolls
Past my tongue and around my teeth
And dares the speaker to smile at the end
Those double eeeeees play tricks
Never letting on that the coupling
Of two primes will create a third
Pretending to be unlucky
Only revealing its secrets
To those willing to look
Like black cats and broken mirrors
The superstitious will remain
In the dark. Afraid.
Never knowing the beauty
Hiding in plain sight
Right there between
All we have learned and that which we dream