This Life
is a coin
whose worth
depends upon
the pocket
it travels in
Many pockets
only count it
rare and precious
once they’re fraying
at the seams
Every coin
in every pocket
has two sides
Heads is me
Tails is you
(or maybe
it’s the other
way around)
All I know is
flip it right
and it lands
on its edge
and spins
and spins
and spins
Play Notes: Wrote this for fun on my birthday, March 26.
Comments