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A Penny Makes Change
Mark Speight, graduate of 99¸£ÀûÊÓƵ’s MA Counseling program
Written in the 99¸£ÀûÊÓƵ weekly writing group facilitated by Dr. Ann Filemyr.
A penny makes change.
A cog fits into the machine and squeaks,ÌýÌýÌýÌý occasionally.
A box of pastels mugged me on the way,
ÌýÌýÌýÌý yearning to be pulled along the rough ÌýÌýÌýÌý paper,
ÌýÌýÌýÌý chalk smears,
ÌýÌýÌýÌý and melts into the garden.
Alive with the moisture of the earth below,
ÌýÌýÌýÌý the colors meld and reappear as something ÌýÌýÌýÌý else.
The shiny copper penny slips carelessly from my ÌýÌýÌýÌý fingers and falls to the floor,
It clinks and swirls and spins.
Unsure,
ÌýÌýÌýÌý it wobbles,
ÌýÌýÌýÌý full of energy,
ÌýÌýÌýÌý spinning slowly,
ÌýÌýÌýÌý dissipating.
Until it stops and lies firmly on the cold hard ÌýÌýÌýÌý earth.
The penny makes change.
The cog clogs.
The garden swirls and spins and greets and hugs
ÌýÌýÌýÌý and churns and breathes with life.
Emerging.
A penny makes change.
A cog turns slowly as forces pursue.
The machine churns and spits.
The penny makes change.
The glint catches the eye,
ÌýÌýÌýÌý of a passer-by.
A heart stirs.
The penny makes change.
And the eye of the passerby,
ÌýÌýÌýÌý is drawn to the light
ÌýÌýÌýÌý that reflects from the infinite edge.
And catches the eye
ÌýÌýÌýÌý of the passer-by
A heart stirs and fills with joy,
ÌýÌýÌýÌý restless and still.
It churns beneath.
Inspired by the light of a distant star,
ÌýÌýÌýÌý that catches the eye of the passer-by.
Who walks casually by and asks:
ÌýÌýÌýÌý “why, do we die?â€ÌýÌýÌýÌý
As the glint of the penny catches his eye,
ÌýÌýÌýÌý he passes by
ÌýÌýÌýÌý the place he will lie.
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý ÌýÌýÌýÌý Mark C. Speight
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