Wishing Well

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    With fingers tracing the cold stone,

    I look down, down,

    into the dark.

    I cannot see the water

    at the bottom, though I know

    it is there.





    I close my eyes,

    make a wish and

    throw.

    I don't open them

    Until

    I hear the splash.

     

    I dig my hand into

    my pocket,

    pulling another penny

    from the loose change,

    waiting for the well

    to swallow my coins

    and grant my wishes.

     

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