Silver-Plated Sentiment


The fresh minted,

Silver-plated, coin

Tosses glintfully

Into the clear sky's sun.


Momentum accelerates

Rotations until

Gravity gradually

Slows it perfectly still.


It floats for half an instance,

Elevated in the vertical distance,

Only to Inevitably descend right back

To me-- 

Standing where the waiting surface would smack

It eventually.


Before the pavement could dent

The coin down to a single solitary cent,

I caught it and fulfilled my intent,

Safely enclosing it with palms of sentiment.

The End

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