They come in various
shade and palettes—
                     
                       crimson
                           lime lemon
                               and berry burst,

but in my hands
are green cloverleafs,
monochromatic yet placid

they say, four-leaf clover
is a luck to whoever finds it
but I say, lucky are the clovers resting on top of the hand that toils and not merely rooting for lucks.

Photo by Suzanne Conejos