17 cents


just two
….(call ’em lucky)
pennies and three
…….(rub ’em all together)
that say
she just might make it
that this sky might turn
from black
and blue
to sunrise tangerine so sweet,

that these dirty feet
might take her farther
than around that corner
and past this lonely street.


in april we poem


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