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.

Bits Of Luxury

Two purple carrots stared at me
as they stood in an asphalt crack
outside the library, panhandling
for Indian pennies and buffalo nickles.
Long lost friends I declared them
and invited them out for pancakes and coffee,
but they kept their distance
and shed a sapphire radiance
that suggested something invisible
cloaked their proximity.
As if they contained molecules
participating in a quantum entanglement
with some far off blue giant star
in its expansion phase.


copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney