under
the water as long as we could,
searching for
the shine
of the thrown coin,
our young
lungs
pink with health
allowing
us another minute or two
before it was
found,
our feet springing us to
surface,
with a fresh gulp of air,
and shout,
the found nickel held high,
proudly
flashing it to those
empty handed.
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