I collect lost coins.
\nSilver blackened by air,
\ncopper eyes closed in sleep.
\nTalisman of luck and warning.
\nPut in a jar
\nto remind me of lost things
\ncovered by dust.
\nWalked on like shards of pottery
\nwhere a village grew,
\nignored or overlooked.<\/p>\n
Who dares pick up a penny?
\nEsteemed token of a child,
\nof no value to the grown.
\nWhich I rescue
\nfor its synchronicity,
\nloveless existence,
\nlost meaning,
\nlike useless phrases
\nthat had love as their verb or noun.
\nCharms scattered from a pocket.<\/p>\n
I pick them up,
\nremembering people I care for,
\nmourn for,
\nwonder,
\nwhere in their journeys they\u2019ve gone,
\nand put them in a jar
\nwhich is filling slowly.
\nFound from places where I go,
\nand spotting them,
\nstoop down to put luck
\nin my hand<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I collect lost coins. Silver blackened by air, copper eyes closed in sleep. Talisman of luck and warning. Put in a jar to remind me…<\/p>\n