Poetry/Prose

Midair

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Everyone carries coins

On one side strength

The other weakness

We walked in the door

Eyes twinkling

Knowing–nothing

Our pockets full

Of strength and weakness

When we collided

They sprayed in the air

Slow motion

Light catching

Metallic

Dancing arches

Before falling

Grounded

This situation’s

Reason

Flipping

Flipping

Flipping

The coins

Constantly

And they will land

Constantly

And so will we

Changed

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