find a penny, pick it up

i snub at the fact that you saw us
breaching over vertical crowds.

he’s now rubbing pennies together
for coppers infertility; a treatment
to inspiration,
for inspiration
on the streets,
on sidewalks,
on clayed pathways riding under our feet

                    (he could never recognize me).

  and i accept
for exception
       of a flip between bars;
         these columns raised
                    by a question of sanity
                        or irised grandiosity
                                        where greek myths
                                         ruled the architect
of my mind.

necks turn in profile.
useless as dimes….

good luck or
good fortune
     (one cent at a time).


About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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