Anna Court
I searched, I looked for what felt like ages.
Hands and knees rummaging through the damp earth
but despite my best efforts, I could not find my four leaf clover.
Clovers with three leaves swallowed my yard.
Back and front.
Three leaf clovers as far as the eye could see.
I didn't want any of them.
I wanted mine
My special, perfect, not so common four leaf clover.
Except, that's not how it works
If a four leaf clover does not want to grow, it will not
I could not demand it into existence.
A lesson learned, I stood up, rubbing the dirt onto my jeans
and quietly
walked
away