full of dimes.
everywhere i turn there's
another one
on the ground.
one in my pocket
between the cushions
of the couch.
there's two
in the dryer that were
spinning
around.
clean and hot
in my hand.
i stack them all
together.
friends, probably never
to be spent. most
are wilson,
but a few are mercury,
my favorite
kind.
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