I had a lot of fun writing this one...
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Pluribus Unum - Out of Many, One
They only
show themselves
when I’m
least expecting it;
I can’t search
for them,
they’ll know
and hide themselves
between the
cracks of the sidewalk
or under the
shade of dandelion leaves.
But when I come
upon them,
I know
something good
will happen,
and that good
always arrives
in threes.
They are the
forgotten ones
their rough
edges ground into
concrete or
asphalt, grit and dirt,
obscuring
our dear Lincoln.
A great president
run over
by car
tires, stepped on,
spit on,
left behind,
dropped, and
tossed.
Not worth
the effort
of bending
over and wedging
a fingernail
underneath
to lift one
cent up.
What is a
penny worth
except the confirmation
of my superstition.
Picture me
slathering
my collection
with hand
sanitizer when
I get home
from my
walk, all of the
green blooming
on his face;
more corrosion
than
he ever had
to handle
of corruption
in his lifespan.
How hard he
worked
to gather our
broken
pieces into his
hands.
And now
look, all of his labor
disregarded,
undone,
with the
sweep
of a fake coppertoned hand.
/all of the
ReplyDeletegreen blooming on his face;/ Love! Yes, Abe wouldn't believe what we are in.