this is after
looking for lost pennies in the cracks
of the street,
yet I have to
find the dust you left, or it will leave
on the soles of my feet,
speck by speck
I inadvertently walk you to a place you
never went before,
as I collect
the coins for the ferry, distinct from
the coins for the poor.
Sylace 4-2611
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