Silver Falls

At Silver Falls we made our wishes,

Dropped our pennies down.

Flashing copper broke the surface

Sinking, with the barest sound.


Hands cold on silk-wet stones

I watched mine roll and curve,

Balanced in water,

Shimmer, dewed with captured air.


New money glittered against the old

In the well of wishes.

Dreaming of a fortune

You might dive,

Or drown - wearing pennies for your crown.


The oldest coins lay low and green,

Rust-obscured in silence gathered,

No one to say which were true,

Which false.


Mine, fresh and bright

Overlaid those old hopes.

I gathered my dues

When you and me, together,

Walked home that night.

The End

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