An Elegy for the Canadian Copper

by lassymac

The penny earned
is but a paperweight
for dollar bills
long extinct

a tarnished memory
swept into the dustpan
then in the bin
with a muffled plink

constellations in
when the sun hits them
just right

a shallow cameo
tossed but never caught
holds fate in the balance
and then land tails up

among the fallen leaves it is but a fallen leaf
as prices even out and wallets heave sighs of relief