The Four-Leaf Clover

I want to find you, four-leaf clover,

The one distinct and rare piece

The one that’s different from the others

The unapologetic separatist

I pushed the weeds with yearning hands

And scanned the field with an eager glance

I hoped to find you, four-leaf clover,

But all I saw was green expanse

A sea of clovers all the same

Identical, compliant, dull

Not one strand different from the others

Not one contrast, no dissonance

I didn’t find you, four-leaf clover,

Did someone pluck you from the grass,

Was the soil not fertile for you,

Or did you drown in the amorphous mass?