Six Cents by Scott M PratchnerAs the sun buried itself Six feet below the horizon Ignoring beggars, junkies, whores I tread across gray city streets My eyes cast down the gutter A silence fell upon the eve Heralding a cry for help As my searching brought my sight To a glint beneath a streetlight That shriek turned to a whimper And then another scream Puzzled, I approached and knelt Beneath that yellow light Pretending not to hear My hand closed on the two small coins Farther now, I heard a gunshot crack A nickel and a penny The world around me falls apart And one life ends But I am six cents richer.
04/18/2002 Posted on 04/18/2002 Copyright © 2025 Scott M Pratchner
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