The Penny
The Penny
At the Dollar store.
“Excuse me,”
She said
As I got into my truck.
“You dropped this.”
And handed me
a nondescript penny.
I thanked her
And drove away.
Only in Myakka City.
(Often times as I pull my cell phone from my pocket, a coin that’s in the pocket is trapped in the protective edge of the cell phone protective housing and is pulled from my pocket. The lady saw it fall, picked it up and without a thought returned it to the rightful owner. There is a grace and love in living in small town America.)
At Walmart:
Finished at the check out
Pocketed my change
Remembered how coins
Get trapped by the cell phone.
Stopped and removed my phone
Out came a single penny taking a ride
Fell to the floor
And escaped as if to hide.
Rolled down the isle
From the checkout counters
And away it went
Energy within, not yet spent.
Others saw what was in play
As the coin rolled away
Further and further it went
Where to, I couldn't say.
Lady cleaning floors stopped and watched
As the penny rolled past her and her broom
Another at a further checkout saw it coming
Waited for it as it hastened on its way.
Finally mostly spent
Took a right turn
Into the optic store
It was bent.
There it finally came to rest
Not quite the end of the story
As I followed it in its quest
There sat the optometrist in his glory.
Watched me pick up my penny
And probably thinking,
Damn, I could have had it
Had it not been for him.
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Copyright © Joe Wortham | Year Posted 2017
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