when searching
in a pasture
for a four leafed
clover
there is that hope
when you spot
the extra leaf
that makes you heart
sputter
there is that hope
when plucking it
from the nourishing soil
that keeps your breath
imprisoned
there is that hope
that is extinguished
when you inspect the lucky leaf
that reveals
that you were
mistaken
there is that hope
when you lay the
three leafed one aside
and begin your search again
hopeful that you'll discover
the perfect charm
you're searching for.
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