Ten Cents
Second in line
lives in your pocket
she'll click when your knee aches
and jingle when you left-hand-jostle
to remind yourself she's there
her olive branch is
right next to her torch for you
and the Great Oak will remind her longing heart that even the most steadfast among us are cut down for a sideboard
She isn't first
if something happened you'd go for the dollar
she'd still sit, listening, imagining your face
waiting for your fingers
for even tarnished you know her shape
and can imagine, in your mind from the hospital bed
she's bright and shining like the first day you earned her
you look over at your pants folded neatly on the blue-backed sterile chair
did she fall out
or is she still there
you will not know unless you reach for her
again
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