Glint

In the parkway, near the orange construction cone,
a tiny car burrows into the ground.

It may have mistaken the shovel thrust
for the Bat Cave or other superhero headquarters.

Beneath the chassis, a hand deep,
an Indian head penny feels its first damp air

in over a century
in the company of a Moxie bottle cap.


copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney

postscript

Yesterday’s Hot Wheels care provided more inspiration, though this is a fancy in that none of the items was found beneath the car.

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