Lucky Charms

July 31, 2008
By Samantha Keller, San Jose, CA

My underwear’s elastic has stretched its last,
And tossing it in the trash is not an option,
That pale pink bleach-stained scrap of fabric’s lucky.
Oh what conniving forces would pursue me in a clean white pair,
Perhaps it’s time for a sturdier charm, one more durable for wear and tear.
Let’s see, a four leaf clover boasts of leprechaun magic and ancient lore,
But a mere plant wilts and dies from the sun’s fatal kiss.
The tender pads of a rabbit foot soften my anxieties,
But my bunny for sure would take offense at the pain of his innocent friend.
Rainbows painted across the sky earnestly promise bliss,
But a simple reaction of H2O and light is science, not a miracle.
Every night I could scour the sky for a dazzling shooting ball of light,
But placing trust in fleeting phenomena feels like jumping into a sinister abyss.
A shiny penny in the street, glints a copper smile,
But the hunk of metal crawls with infinite germs and one dead president.
These lucky charms once seemed to me essential for survival,
But on second thought I could just as well crunch on marshmallow versions.
I won’t wilt, or fade, or rust, or explode like a capricious star,
Perhaps I’ll find my luck inside, where the best charms are.


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