two cents // poetry

First published on The Open End (May 31st 2011) //

two small coins
in my hand and they are more than
they are miniature and I feel
sorry for them
no one wants them
I found them on the road
along where the
angels meet
with devils
and talk of fresh
bread and
of the day.
I reach for them
(the coins
not the
sliding the silvers into my pocket
I keep them for now
but soon
I will forget
about them

they will drop
and clang loudly in
their world
but silently
in time
and they will become
someone else’s
no longer

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