Wishing Well

every summer, we gathered copper-lustered hopes
and bit into their fresh minted coatings
tart like lemon fingers at tea time
only to throw them by the handfuls
into the fountain behind the schoolyard

we stood, knee-deep, shivering in
the idle daydreams
of pennies

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Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at https://redgladiola.wordpress.com

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