Silvered Sound
A new quarter hits the pavement
and clicks a slighter sound
than the older ones that had swallowed
silver to perfect their tone.
These days, after eons
of collecting, silvered quarter notes
arise infrequently to touch
the ear of an older guy or doll
who remembers the enriched call,
rising as if it wished to fly,
and how much fun that coin could buy.
Copyright © Bill Keen | Year Posted 2019
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