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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