People sway, like an underwater plant
Tattered jeans above black Nikes and an extended hat
Snaking through them, the clown fish among the anemone.
The coins in my wallet pulse
My arm itching to toss them in
Among the jangling silver.
But I see the coins
Melting into gold amber,
Forming little air bubbles,
Being raised to cracked lips.
As the sneakers shuffle past,
My arm rests by my side.
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