On wet knees with muddy hands
I dig dazzling dandelions,
a front yard full of coins,
a plot of gold.
Under the cottonwood tree,
I hear its heart shaped leaves rustle,
and look up as the green-skirted
dervishes whirl and twirl.
Back to my digging,
at close range,
I scan the clover for four-leafed luck.
As I spear the earth with my weeder,
a piece of white pops through
a paper strip from a long ago consumed
fortune cookie:
“Look in yourself for answers you seek.”
Crumpled and torn,
it waited under winter white-
my fortune in the weeds.
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Digging Dandelions – Catherine Rickbone