On his fingers a coin sat silently
As inanimate as it is, I swear I saw it twitch
It was restless
Excited perhaps
No, maybe not -
I watched as he flicked it into the air
Slicing it through like a slab of butter
A piece of cake
Or so they say
No, maybe not -
Somersaulting in the midst of its air companions
It twirled round and round
The world seemed to swirl
Like water down a drain
No, maybe not -
It reached its climax
stops
momentarily
It could finally breathe; it felt good
No, maybe not -
Like letting go of its grip to the invisible
It was left to dive
To fall back
Again; dizzy
No, maybe not -
It plunged right back on to the hand that had suspended it in mid-air
Not on a finger
But on a palm: a soft landing
It thought he had left it
No, maybe not -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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