Time



Early-morning pennies,
gold-pink and shining as the birdsong sky,
plunking into gutters,
fall from weary hands.

On the crowd-stopped sidewalk,
a mint-bright dime
buys a mint-bright smile,
a pack of gossip.

Day's last purchase,
wrinkled bills and mud-tone coins,
cleared from restless pockets,
are tossed away in sleep.


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