April 13, 2020
Clovers and horseshoes are given high praise,
Rabbit feet and pennies too.
But what ever happened to the straw?
Not the physical plastic kind that clogs up the ocean,
But the kind that decides fate.
Some straws are long,
And some are short.
Some straws contain vibrant hues
And some have dull beiges.
Some straws hold stripes
And some merely dots.
Some straws have loops
And some are just straight.
Fate has been long-thought to be decided by
Animal paws,
Backyard plants,
Even the simple coin.
But whatever happened to the straw?
Leaving fate up to a little game of chance,
Banking on a friend’s misfortune,
Hoping that you might escape the clutches of the shortest among them.
One risks it all for the simple straw.
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