Below is the poem entitled 43 Cents which was written by poet
McLeod. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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43 cents in my prune-palmed hand.
Clumped in a circle; flat coins.
Brown for the pennies that hold my thoughts
and silver for the ones it joins.
Cupped in a hand with room for more
yet weighed by the heart as less.
Dumped on a table to bounce and flop
while left for the owner to bless.