William E. Mayer Winner for March 2012
Submitted by Joyce Faulkner on March 22, 2012 - 23:56
by Marcia Sargent
It's not a penny found on the street
Scuffed, darkened and pocketed.
It requires penny after penny after penny
Of time and thought and laughter
Accumulated in a Mason jar in the kitchen sunshine.
I carried our jar
Toward the maple table to count moments,
To plan a shared splurge when the phone rang.
And the jar fell to the tile shattering
Into pennies rolling, clattering, circling,
Glass shards everywhere.
I scooped them into piles.
Blood dripped from my hands
To stone squares, on clear glass running red,
On piled and scattered pennies.
There's not a good way found
To lose friends.
Mayer, William E.