there are no lucky
pennies.
if they were,
would they be lying there
in the street,
stepped on,
rolled over by hot tires,
ignored
and dirty,
crusted in the sun?
no one wants
them.
if that's luck, I want
no part of it.
give me the coin
in my pocket.
the one
on the shelf.
the nickel, the dime,
the quarter,
the kennedy half dollar.
Sunday, July 2, 2017
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