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I am a gap girl–

a hand struck

lucky penny

unfound

despite redolent obversity

–collecting

nicks

&

knocks

&

scuff

&

scratch

&

dents

&

dings

from a coin flipped

heads, you lose!

into a grate

that’s ungrateful, despite

well—being a grate!

beats 2 outta 3 tho

¢

—in cracks I expand—

like tar

like spackle

like a life preserver

’cause I am crazy amorphous like that

every now and then

my portraiture

peeks

up

&

out

spent but unused

my pretty patina

just vague recall

that I am

a LUCKY penny…

lucky…

¢

every now and then,

my etched silhouette turns,

alloy neck craning

to allow my unsighted eyes

to peer out of that storm drain…

to gaze at where I might have spent my time

// through a forest of stamping feet //

passing by

unaware.

2¢ (COLA)K

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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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