Quality Of Quantity

A spinning dime hovers
Above my head. I spent
It at the liquor store,
And received nine pennies
In change. How lucky
Am I to have nine coins
Instead of one! Twirling above
My head, walking an invisible
Tightrope between protein
Strands and air. I am covered
In less worth than when I
Was crowned only once.
I toast to you, my lost
Treasure. I never appreciated
How lightly you improved my life.

Copyright 2013
A. J. Hayes
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