A penny for wish
tossed into the pond
bounces off of ice
and rolls.
Glinting orange in the setting sun
It rolls
Over the hard, cold surface
Against the wind
It rolls
Slowly turning a corner
Despite the odds
It rolls
Not knowing where it is going
A tiny break in the ice
Someone managed to chip free
The wish rolls
and falls straight in,
already having come true.
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