Copper In Slumber
Lost in the dust and the wrinkled up rust
is the copper from pennies discarded
Caught in the snow as the wind howls, blows
they shiver and flatten abandoned
Spring thaws the road from it's internal cold
shoving the sand to the curb
Then we stroll by and collect our surprise
copper in slumber disturbed.
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