Chain Poem

Please don't ignore this poem.
It has circled
the word nine times,
leaving behind
a swath of good fortune
bright as the Milky Way.
Written by a a young seamstress
in Lima, Peru,
the original is now held in Lansing, Mich.
Even if you are not superstitious
send 20 copies out quick;
in 4 days magic
will be yours. Now you might not believe
in fairies, how they pollinate
the air with their fairy dust,
but, even as your eyes seize upon this page
little charms fly up then swirl back
brief as snowflakes in a paperweight.
This is not a joke. Be sure the poem
leaves your hands within 96 hours.
Send a copy to anyone you care
about; send your copies wide and far.
Then sit back and wait.
Tango with the dog. Plant a flower.
Kiss someone you love on the lobe
of each ear. Four days later, good
luck in some form --  lottery stub,
reciprocated love or answered prayer --
will arrive, by mail, at your door.

P.S. Send no money. The good luck's here,
       in the words.


From Believe It or Not