Copper

I dropped a penny
on a copper table
Sibilant sprinkled sound
took hold of a young woman
She snapped her head
into a wooden flower pot
that made all too metallic of a noise
not to laugh at. Maybe
it was the echo
of the penny, or maybe
she only measured ideas
by change they made

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