A Penny for …

A shiny new penny.

Or perhaps
I am a very old
Rubbed smooth
to a glow.

I’ve been places.
Seen things.
many thumbprints.

My dents
are not hidden.
Some you will miss,
but I can tell you.
Tell you how they arrived.

There was a time
where I commodified metaphors.

Now I feel shiny (again).
I’m not sure how
it happened.
No one took hold
and polished.

But I’ll take it.
The glow.

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