Find a Penny

by Carolin Messier


As I payed my parking meter
you passed behind me
then stopped,
and doubled back three feet
to pick up a penny
from the sidewalk.
Embarrassed, you smiled sheepishly
and apologized
though you’d done me no wrong.
“I don’t really believe in it, but…”
your voice trailed
as you clutched your prize.
I smiled back and hoped
that you did believe
that all that day
you’d have good luck.