it’s no coin by bogdan Dragos

coming out of the store
with a
sliced bread and a
small pack of salty crackers
he spots something on
the ground

round
and shiny
under the lamplight

He squats to pick it up
and all enthusiasm
leaves his being

It’s no coin

just bird droppings
in the form of one

He stands
turns around
walks back into the store

and comes out
a bit later
without the sliced bread
and the pack of crackers
but
with a six-pack of beer

We’d all
probably do precisely
the same

Many thanks to LatinosUSA —English edition for featuring my poem, "it's no coin"!

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Thank you!