My hands full, I left the fields
with the stem of a four-leaf clover
between my top and bottom teeth.
This is how to carry luck.
Don't fill buckets full,
boxes, pockets, your palms.
Rather, fill your bags with
zucchinis, raspberries, beetles
and birds. Collect leaves and
histories in your turned over hat.
Suck on the delicate branches of fate.
Chew, methodically, expectation, like
bubble gum, with bubble gum.
Open your arms, here, some matter.
Put ideals and ideas in the spaces between
the woven wood of your basket full of pears
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