Coins in Light
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by Charles Pierre
A pewter bowl on my desk by the window
overflows with dimes, nickels, and quarters
that glow at all hours: by day when sunshine
splashes the coins with gold; in the evening
when faint skies turn them to a violet stream;
late at night when the moon and stars wash
the silver spill in blue; at dawn when first
rays streak the tide of metal with white:
the hard currency freed from dull rounds
of commerce to brim like colored liquid
over the rim of their gray vessel and flow
across the light-filled space where I work.