Four-Leaf Clover
The game,
the search to find
a four-leaf clover
in a field of three.
The competition,
which I always lost,
not careful
in my search,
the clovers,
hiding from me,
causing me to
lose my end of the rope.
My brother
would always
find one first.
Preserving:
in a phone case,
a picture frame,
in resin.
It was like his
trophy,
his one
prized possession,
to constantly hold
over my head.
-Willa Sibley, freshman
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