it’s no coin by bogdan Dragos

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coming out of the store

with a

sliced bread and a

small pack of salty crackers

he spots something on

the ground

round

and shiny

under the lamplight

He squats to pick it up

and all enthusiasm

leaves his being

It’s no coin

just bird droppings

in the form of one

He stands

turns around

walks back into the store

and comes out

a bit later

without the sliced bread

and the pack of crackers

but

with a six-pack of beer

We’d all

probably do precisely

the same

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