Two Cents

Declan Tan

two small coins
in my hand and they are more than
small
they are miniature and I feel
sorry for them
no one wants them
I found them on the road
along where the
angels meet
with devils
and talk of fresh
bread and
winnings
of the day.
I reach for them
(the coins
not the
devils),
sliding the silvers into my pocket
I keep them for now
but soon
I will forget
about them

they will drop
and clang loudly in
their world
but silently
in time
and they will become
someone else’s
two
cents
and
no longer
mine.

May 31, 2011 11:52 am

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