These dimes
I find
In curious spots
Like hallways
Elevators
Sidewalks
Aisles
I don't find quarters or nickels
Pennies, sure--but they are everywhere
I think these mean something, I shyly say
Of course they do, she replies
Every dime
I find
Lives now
In a cup
A tin cup
The word Baby
On its side
This is lovely - a whole story within it.
ReplyDeleteWell, you ask me how I made it through and how my mint condition could belong to you. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ya3RUIvzXmg
ReplyDeleteYes. :)
DeleteOh, that cup.
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