chasing the dime

you drop
a dime
and it rolls
away.
you see
the silver
edge in
the overhead
store lights.
rolling,
it's just
a dime, but
it feels
like a sin
or something
akin to that,
that makes you
give chase.
but away it
goes, around
the produce
section,
down each aisle
past the milk
the meat,
the magazines,
where you stop
for a minute
and pick up
newsweek. the dime
waits for you
and then keeps
rolling. rolling.