Penny Wagers
A poem for James Hart
Resting in my hand a copper penny, still here over one hundred years. The penny today is but a metaphor whose reach exceeds its grasp. Filled with zinc, a cheaper alternative — it even sounds tinny. Maybe one day it will be all zinc, maybe soon thereafter, gone. Maybe we will watch a sponsored video showing us a penny on the screen. Wow, the weight of it! Meanwhile the magpie has a pile of pennies in her bird bank — a rich nest for her children as she grows money in the tree.
I swear I can feel the weight difference between an old copper penny and the modern zinc filled ones
Josh, I liked this one. thanks for the poem.
"still here over one hundred years." This makes me think of Virginia Woolf's novel 'To the Lighthouse' because it states something like, "a kicked stone will outlast Shakespear." What I find so fascinating about this line is that even though they be pennies they will outlive us - in a way.
"Maybe one day it will be all zinc," this one makes me think about how reality is loosing ground to what is perceived to be real. One day it will all be fake, cheap, and mass produced.
Hope all is well!