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Lucky Nickel
Just this power-walking second, Give or take a blink or three of our delighted eyes Peering at the lake's water spirits Dancing to the sun's dappled music, We spy a five-times-magnified "lucky penny," In the shape of a newly minted nickel, Winking at us, from atop the gravely asphalt, Across the street from the summer-busy Dairy Queen,
And since visitations like this, Being a bit mystical to us romantics, Always evoke a ritualistic sigh of ecstasy, We squeeze each other's hands and kiss, Then continue on our way, through the village, As if our feet were walking, ten feet high, In a slipstream of dreams lacking all gravity, Certain our love is destined to last at least five eons.
06/21/12 - (2)
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