Penny Jar
It is clear and decorated with red dots; staggered 3 by 2.
Flipping open the tab makes a popping sound.
It immediately smells of metal.
Handfuls of little copper plated zincs turning green.
It sits near the top.
Edges smooth.
His beard is dirty with the gunk from 7 years
Of grimy, greedy fingers,
Street corners,
And the abysses of pockets.
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