NaPoWriMo suggested we try our hand at writing fortunes – one-liners. I took it that a tweetable poem would be short enough so I stuck with seventeen syllables a pop. That should fit on those little strips of paper, eh?
Your destiny, waiting
for you around the next bend
be ready for it.
the most fragrant bud:
the one taken, most gently
and lifted to nose.
you’re the first to know,
you’re holding the best fortune
you will ever read.
Prepare for the best,
Over-prepare for the worst
and stockpile chocolate.
