He laid them out carefully

His words were spread

Like pennies on the ground

I saw them as loose change

Not as change that I needed to be found

 

But it’s when the green is gone

When his words

His change

Was all that was left

And I didn’t have enough

To buy it back

 

He poured out his heart

in his words

He left an overflowing cup

But its pitcher is gone

 

Copper (well they aren’t copper now)

Litters the streets

When did Lincoln’s face become

Dirty, metallic ground?

 

Heads up

Before they’re gone

My dad, he knew,

Someday, he’d be gone

 

I dig

I pry

Too often, I cry

When I cannot find those pennies

He left behind