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A Poem

A friend sent me this link to a poem by Gjertrud Schnackenberg. It is lovely, musical, strong . I will quote just a few lines. It is from The Light Gray Soil:

My fingers touch
A penny, long forgotten in my coat,
Forgotten in the shock, December eighth,
Midnight emergency, a penny swept
Together with belongings from his coat
Into a sack of “Personal Effects,”
Then locked away, then given to the “Spouse.”
Nearly relinquished, nearly overlooked.
Surely the last he touched, now briefly mine.
A token of our parting, blindly kept.
Alloy of zinc, the copper thinly clad,

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