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,
Mine, fresh and bright
Overlaid those old hopes.
I gathered my dues
When you and me, together,
Walked home that night.