Day 4: Four-Leaf Clovers

When I was little,

I remember sitting in the grass

with my mom, looking for

four-leaf clovers


It’s one of the few nice moments with her

that I remember very clearly.

She tried to do lots of things,

but alcohol always got in the way.


This Spring, I was in a park

with my best friend, in Barcelona

looking for four-leaf clovers


A stranger stole my backpack

and I never even saw their face

que raro, to feel that you’ve lost something dear

While searching for luck.

Emily Keeter

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