Counting Dimes
Counting dimes in the coffee shop
dangling earrings peeling orange
rinds, stuffing her mouth sitting on
her behind.
She had guts in her soul enough
to face the sun and what she had
done. Her tattoo came to life.
Loosening her hair, she kicked the
garbage can. Shaking bells on her
toes, she traveled the land. Sand
neath her sandals.
Face up to the moon stirring in the
brine, it was her season to shine.
Who else did she know who had
become undone. She pines, she
whines. The geese flew southward.
No one else gets to walk into
someone's life and then promptly
walk out!
Counting dimes, the church bells pealed;
golden braids she made with her hands,
strand by strand. Hand in hand, in prime
time; shook off her golden rings letting
them stew in the brine.
Ominous signs told her it was her season
to shine. Rolling to the sea, rolling to the
sea. That's what she could be.
Copyright © Gisele Vincent-Page | Year Posted 2011
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