wishing well

by india southgate.

 
in the depths of his countenance
a silver penny... 
slivers of tiny silver fish
behind his swimming eyes...
a silver reel 
pulls the camera back 
behind his pinhole iris' 
to the dark part of his mind...
he finds a wishing well.
he wishes me well.

[unpublished]

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