Penny
center>I unearth a penny coin,
oxidated,
a green coat of verdigris.
Numbers reveal,
an age,
one that is decades away
from its mint condition.
I am part of the earth now,
unpolished
gold mutated to copper,
yet still worth
spending.
I have been buying time
deep in the earth of myself.
What the sky now sees of me
is yesterday's sunrise,
and today's shining.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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