penny on the ground,
on the black
tarred pavement.
it's been there all day,
probably.
who wants a penny
these days?
old abe looking up
at me in the bright sun.
i save him.
take him home
and drop him into the
change jar,
with wilson and jefferson,
kennedy
and someone from
mexico
i picked up in Cancun.
good deed done.
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