Pressing One's luck.
Pressing One's Luck.
She pressed her luck
in a textbook she carried
on her way to and from
three jobs and class,
She found it outside a fast food dive
where she took orders from everyone,
at the drive-thru while enjoying her lunch break
on a strip of lush green grass
It was a perfect four leaf clover,
and her Irish grandmother always said,
"If you find one guard it carefully,
it holds power and much luck."
For three days she had windfalls,
a hot new boyfriend,
she aced the science exam,
got a raise for being prompt,
and was given a fifty dollar tip,
just for smiling so much
plus her acne disappeared.
Then while crossing a busy intersection
on the way to a 1:00 lecture,
a heavyset man bumped her book arm,
and the clover fell out, unbeknownst to her,
She bent to retrieve her papers,
and a rather large truck
carrying a dumpster a bit too high,
missed seeing her in the road
so she was run over,
and killed instantly.
They buried her
just outside of Belfast,
in a field of vast clover,
and not a single one
of them had four leaves.
© 2009 Matthew Frederick Blowers III