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When The Penny Dropped
Silence stretched as the elevator
stalled between floors.
I heard the cables clang and groan;
the gears grind and moan.
Then the penny dropped —
Switches flipped, engines roared.
Lights woke up and trembled.
Eyes blinked open as
understanding burst into bloom
Gravity had claimed its coin!
All that waiting.
All that focus on waiting, pending,
for a penny to deliver its message
seems so absurd.
But what falls slowly, lands deeply,
and truth must wait for doubt to fade,
Watching a penny roll on its side,
taking its time to stop and topple,
is how gravity works on pennies.
Copyright ©
John Anderson
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