Dark
rain
pouring
Soaking me cold to the bone.
Copper penny
dropping into
a shallow puddle
Landing in front of me.
Heads up.
Good luck?
I wish,
But every turn I make every choice
I always seem to end up gone,
Alone
In an empty field.
Wind pushes in,
But doesn’t shift my drenched hair,
It just makes me colder.
I flip the penny around
around and in my hand,
Knowing my fingers will smell of metal later.
I think again, and then slide the penny into my damp pocket,
Hoping luck will end up on my side.
Afterall a penny heads up is good luck, right?
rain
pouring
Soaking me cold to the bone.
Copper penny
dropping into
a shallow puddle
Landing in front of me.
Heads up.
Good luck?
I wish,
But every turn I make every choice
I always seem to end up gone,
Alone
In an empty field.
Wind pushes in,
But doesn’t shift my drenched hair,
It just makes me colder.
I flip the penny around
around and in my hand,
Knowing my fingers will smell of metal later.
I think again, and then slide the penny into my damp pocket,
Hoping luck will end up on my side.
Afterall a penny heads up is good luck, right?
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