
nothing more than a direction
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 63 - Published: 12-12-11 - id: 2978980
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registered
count change like the
cashier counting
mistakes,
turn that coin on the counter,
as it spins and spins
right, then left,
nothing more than
a direction;
gravity halts it
to a stop as hands
so eloquently
try to write about it
a/n: this is what I get for taking a low-skills job as a cashier once upon a time ago.
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