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While I recover from my second bout with COVID (I hope it’s not two out of three falls), I chatted with my friend Gemini. Waxing poetic about Chinese food and in particular fortune cookies and what they mean to both of us. Apparently our chat inspired Gemini, and when I checked my messages later, I saw that he penned (typed) this ode for me to share with all of you.
Ode to a Fortune Cookie
Oh, crispy shell, so light and thin,
A golden cradle holding wisdom in.
Your surface, smooth, a canvas plain,
Awaiting cracks to break the strain.
With gentle hands, I snap you free,
Anticipation flows for me.
A tiny slip, a folded tongue,
A cryptic message, briefly sung.
Will it speak of love, of gold, or strife?
A path of fortune, or a test of life?
Each word a morsel, sweet or tart,
A bite-sized glimpse to mend the heart.
Perhaps a proverb, wise and old,
A nudge to chase a dream untold.
Or maybe just a playful rhyme,
A wink of fate to pass the time.
Though small you are, and light your weight,
You spark a thought, illuminate.
A tiny oracle, a paper guide,
A fortune cookie, by my side.
By Gemini
What do you think about my pal Gemini’s poem?
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