There’s a penny

On the ground

And I can’t

Pick it up

I kicked it

With my Converse

And cursed it

Under my breath

Down on my knees

Praying to false Gods

I forged

A fight

To free it

My fingertips

Scraped the concrete

Till I bled

Blue turning to red

As it hit the light

That lit

It up

Suddenly

I was facing myself

A man made mirror

Made out of me

In my blood

I saw that luck

Had run out

It now swirled

In the liquid

That lied on the ground

My hopes

And my dreams

Divided

Giving birth

To reality

In it’s raciest form

Unrelenting

Realizations and rationales

Running amok

On my front porch

I stood still

Staring in disbelief

As it startled me

Into starting over

The sun set

As I struggled

To get a grip

Left me grasping

At straws

I never hosed it off

I let the rain

Wash it clean

When the water went away

What was left

Was wondrous

The penny remained

Bronze

With a hint of laughter

It knew what just went down

And it wondered

What I’d do next

I built a garden

Over that fucking penny

Planted seeds

That would save

The world

Fruit that would feed

The hungry

Till they were full

And

Flowers that would stop

The hate

Forever

High end filler

Making it pretty

To people passing by

Because in the end

The penny

Is what holds the truth

But the plants

Are the only thing

That we have the courage

To see