into the flowerbeds. Fortune favors
the bold use of eggshells and ground
coffee in place of fertilizer.
There’s no such thing as a free
horse when you can see it’s tethered
to a post in the barn. Practice makes
an omelet worthy of the hens that laid
the beautiful brown speckled orbs
you collect every day. A little cream,
a spoonful of cornstarch, and it’s easy
come, easy around that symphony of bills
clucking open and close. Necessity
is a green basket that never fills,
no matter how you try. But eat, drink,
be wary. Every fortune has a price.