Two Cents' Worth
The lifelong and -short of it is that I'm highly superstitious
And any traditional sign or symbol of good fortune
Can cause my imagination to beat for my heart,
Especially when I discover one on my travels, which I do,
As we pass through an undulating line at LaGuardia,
Leading to and through the security checkpoint,
To be inspected before boarding our plane home, to St. Louis.
As I approach the federally designated person in charge
(Whose illegible initials, on our boarding passes,
Are God's commandments incised on Moses' stone tablets),
My wandering eyes spy two tarnished pennies.
Exultantly, I pick them up, off the floor —
"One for me, one for you, Linda.
This is fate's two cents' worth, for our safe flight home."
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