finding the luck

I stare at the ground
searching through the clovers
nestled in the overgrown grass

do you remember
looking for four-leaf clovers
when you were a kid?
     I ask

     you answer

why don't we do that anymore?
     I ask

we know better now
     you answer


we know that there is no magic
     you say

but there has to be
     I answer

I stare at the ground

Paula Harris

Published in a fine line, NZ Poetry Society journal
December 2014