Dysnomia

von Steffen

It seems a lot of time has passed pursuing life at breakneck paces we crane our necks and look down at crowded streets and all those vacant spaces

Where dust and free papers collect in shrinking gaps between what makes us human and the listless thrashings of machines

Today I found a penny in one of those gaps wedged between a curb and tire I stopped and saw myself reflected in that penny almost worthless one of many

I looked around and kicked it loose the copper sprung and beamed its verges navigating storm drain girders darting through the spokes of riders blinding unsuspecting drivers

Staring down train operators ripping open bags of noodles bouncing off the tags of poodles splitting skulls and chipping phones scratching watches, breaking bones bursting open rings of doves shining over those it loves

Embedding itself into crevasses behind the visible beyond the thinkable across from that which is of use it seems to ask what is joy but the debt of many? what is life but a foundling penny?