The prompt today was to write a poem “inspired by fortune cookies.” I used for the first line a fortune that I received last time I got Chinese food. This is a short poem, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.
You will have good luck at the next full moon.
Until then it may wane, but it will rise again,
Illuminating the night of life with its round orb,
As yours look to the sky.
I wonder when the next full moon is?