The Penny

I spotted a penny

In a sidewalk gutter

Near a leaf and pebble

Dirty and quiet

I thought to retrieve it

But hesitated, hovering

Standing over it

I considered the coin

And what it would say about me

If I stooped to grab it

I looked around

To rule out a joke

Or humiliation

What did I need a penny for anyway?

What good was it?

How could it help me?

I took a step away

Then another

The penny grew smaller

But larger in my mind

I hoped it would be there tomorrow

Consider it again, I thought

It deserves a second chance

As do I

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