All day, I have been fixating on two dimes.
Twenty cents.
How can one number mean so little and so much?
Today is the twentieth anniversary of my mother's death.
Twenty cents,
twenty years.
One number, you would barely bother
to reach down to pick up.
The other, you can barely get up
out of your grief.
2 comments:
I love your image of the two dimes. When I touch dimes, I'll think of you and your mom.
my monitor just went all blurry. this is really beautiful.
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