the change from my pocket
scattered
down to the ground below me
beneath the balcony.
their shine, their weight,
gone from my grip.
those regal faces, the dull edges,
they looked back at me.
i sat on the steps
and wept.
they were still in my sight.
their value still tangible,
their shape, just beyond my reach.
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