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.