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Poetry of Issue #9        Page 10

JUST ONE CENT

I’m looking for a penny
because I need one more cent for a cup of coffee,
so I scan the pavement as I roll on my bike.
I usually don’t look for dropped money,
but I need that penny today.

I spot fragments of glass, fallen leaves,
black patches where chewing gum has stuck,
until I get near my destination.
There, on the street, are not one,
but two pennies, along with a dime.

I’ll have enough for that cup of coffee
and two pieces of candy.

  Thaddeus Rutkowski