PENNY IN THE GUTTER

A penny in the gutter
glimpsed me—nothing worse
than squandered opportunity.

Lost through holes in a worn pocket,
despair dressed as a lonely street.

Here I stand between walls,
heart once vibrant now whispering:

“Should the mind overhear—who?


Silence answers, knowing, feeling,

Do we stoop to reclaim it?
And perhaps in stooping
we embrace a dying soul
curled in the park—”
a penny for your thoughts,
your heart, your soul.

:: 07.17.2026 ::

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