Have a Nice Day!

How do I know I’m lucky?

Not by stern-faced copper pennies or snake-eyes on green felt,

But by the memories like horse-flies flitting between my two ears:

The photo strips,

The ringing laughter,

The skin-warm tears I’ve had the privilege to shed — —

Bright buzzing proof of all the love I’ve ever contained in my

Plastic-

Bag-

And-

Grocery-

Receipt-

Heart.

Who cares if I’ve never cupped a four-leaf-clover in the hollow of my open palm?