17 cents

..

just two
….(call ’em lucky)
pennies and three
nickels
…….(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
………..(dancing)
might take her farther
than around that corner
and past this lonely street.
..

 

in april we poem

 

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