Pennies in the Fresh Earth

July 30, 2006

A poem (one day, maybe) for Eva Kor ,

Pennies in the Fresh Earth
(Terre Haute, IN)

When the flames were finally extinguished
The rain fell
As if to say I’m Here

It revived the ashes
Rebore them as mud
what was
Became black on the boots of firemen
In the pre dawn.
They stooped in unyielding rubber coats
To dig in the rain, to dig in the remains
Searching for lost pennies in the fresh earth
Enough for a million candies in 1902

Here’s your smell of spring
Dank copper soot soiled and charred,
In Hebrew we call fresh water sweet
No matter the hour it comes down.


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