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handful of pennies

Posted to Action Poetry

the memory of you
is clenched in my fist --
building up
small and unnoticed
like copper in my palm
warm burning metallic
mixed with sweat
i reach out
hands full
with tiny findings of you
mouths laughing
lives aching
in hope swells
fingers laced in
magnified want
as a thousand pennies
shower to the ground.