Three Little Pennies

Dear Sir. You lost your little bright dreams, emotionless faces marching down the cement gutter wall. Gleaming and glimmering, left for me to scoop. I appreciate the attempt, sir, but I’d rather others. Ones pressed in my palm, asking for change, a chance, for luck. Hoping I might take them while still warm and relevant. Your dreams are shiny and fresh, washed over too many times and no longer with a heartbeat all their own. I don’t have the time for your dreams, sir. I prefer mine, tarnished and warm in my hot little hand. Think I’ll leave yours in the gutter, sir, for someone else to find.

Published in: on April 5, 2008 at 9:14 am  Comments (1)  

The URI to TrackBack this entry is:

RSS feed for comments on this post.

One CommentLeave a comment

  1. I don’t know what it is about this entry… but it’s beautiful. 🙂

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: