Thursday, February 6, 2014


i fished for the penny
in navy blue waters that turned
murky as i stirred
sand from their depths
and strained, reaching further
the palm stretching, colder
meniscus, wet, crawling its way
up my arm
'til i shivered
and thought, better to wait and worry
not whether the luck will arrive
but if i can see it, when it does.