It Waits For Me

For what its worth,

I found a penny –

its somber copper shell

safely ensconced

on the wet pavement,

tucked in close

to the green grass,

sitting like a bird

reluctant to fly,

weighted down

by fatigue.

Its quiet charm lures me now.

With a child’s delight

I crouch down,

extend my hand

and pick it up.

After studying it

a little closer,

I press it against me.

For argument’s sake, let’s suppose…

I make a wish, before tossing the penny 

into a nearby water fountain –

and the wish comes true.