Coins

When they fall on the ground. They make a clanging sound. Out of my pocket or from my purse. Coins can sometimes feel like a curse. Weighing everything down. As I shop around town. I don’t like to pay with dimes. I pay with card every time. But sometimes, I like having pennies by my side. By the fountain, wishes I have tried. Wishing for a day of ease. But all I get is a sudden breeze. Blowing my hat away. So I take the rest of my coins for the day. To waste them at the claw machine at the store. So the curse of the coins goes out the door.