Double Fortune
It was her birthday.
Chinese dinner was over.
Eagerly she broke the cookie:
out fell not one but two paper strips.
'Oh, ' cried her friend,
double fortune! '
Picking up the first
she smoothed it and read-
blank, it said nothing.
'No news is good news, ' said her friend.
Dropping the first, she read the second.
'Fortune is what we make of Fate.'
Her face fell. It being her birthday,
she wanted a better fortune.
'I'll take that, ' smiled her friend
stuffing the wad into a pocket
like it were something important.
'Waiter, can you bring us some tea? '
poem by Morgan Michaels
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