The wind was gusty, and it’s the day after Christmas, so there was trash: paper napkins, two beer cans, a Coke bottle, a Parliament cigarette box. As I left the garbage bin to return to the field for practice, there in my path was something I'd missed before—a bright disk. I stooped and saw it was a chipped, gold-painted plastic coin, play money for an event like a casino night or birthday party. The main insignia was a dollar sign in a circle. Perhaps I had something to learn. I picked it up.
I set the plastic coin down with my keys, and took it back with me when I was done with bokuto. Later, I thought about the coin all shiny. What exactly was imprinted on both sides? But I haven’t found it. Pockets, counters, bathroom, kitchen—nowhere.
Perhaps I have something to learn.
2 comments:
Did you *really* have that reflection at the time it happened, or only after the 1st words issued from the keyboard?
I wish I had the power of reflection evidenced in the text.
I experienced layers of connection over that funny money!
A cardinal sings, a pond mirrors light, a child dances. One person knits the geometry of her experience of life, another makes ginger beer--aren't we all reflecting what we experience?
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