Archive 01/04/10

   

Two Lucky Pennies

                                                                  

 

Yesterday afternoon, just around sundown,

I wiled away a brief piece of my three-hour wait,

In Concourse C

Of the sprawling Minneapolis-St. Paul airport,

By visiting a Starbucks kiosk.

 

Having just paid an exorbitant two dollars

For a too-hot cup of too-strong decaf coffee

(Which my taste buds didn't need, in the first place,

And my frugal Great Recession budget cringed at,

In its tenacious spirit of fiduciary responsibility),

 

Steaming cup in hand, traveling with just my attaché

And a vaguely melancholy desire to arrive home,

I gazed down, at the huddled-masses-worn carpet,

And spied not one but two lucky pennies,

Which, with superstitious glee, I quickly picked up

 

And rolled around, over and over and over,

In the fingers of my free right hand,

Until I realized what kind of treasure I'd discovered:

Two recently minted Lincoln-head cents

Ensuring my safe passage to a place I didn't want to reach.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                               

 

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