Jesus is like loose change in your pocket.
You never know the exact amount.
Coins are tossed together like salt and pepper.
My words have dates on a farmer's calendar.
Harvest is a line between harness and moon.
Silver linings are planted in the unsung life.
The dimples of your smile are caught in the dime
cornering the rain.
The heartbeat of a coin is like two ears of corn
given to the boy who counts the money in a round word.
The value of a nickel is almost more
than the overlooked penny.
Those who find the two kernels in their mind
are closer to dust on a rainy day.
The cords are pulled like a match across the night sky.