Pennies

I left you words underneath your mat

where you used to keep our keys

where autumn is coming in softly this year,

gently laying summer to rest beneath our feet.

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I'm reaching up from the pockets

of your blue jeans to you, growing like

seed, hoping that if anything I won't be

pennies scattered at the bottom

of a defunct well—wished upon then forgotten

until even the water spits out my name

and goes to be with the sun instead.

⠀

Close me up like a starfish left on the beach,

baked while they marvel at my beauty.

Close me up then sing me to sleep.