COIN

8 5 R C O I N J U D I T H H A L L Money is always there but the pockets change; it is not in the same pockets after a change, and that is all there is to say about money. –Gertrude Stein And between them, it passed repeatedly. ‘‘The shine,’’ said one; ‘‘the weight,’’ the other. And when it rolls through their comedy A token extra in token copper twilight And floats o√-shore, a glint on foam Tossed, waving away, all there is is flight. ‘‘Hey!’’ And morning light, gold, waves A million more in the middle of that, Swimming in profits: nothing sinks. ‘‘Hey!’’ They waited in the wet sand for returns, In the changing light, silver afternoons, And waited after a change, whimpering. Whereupon the by now well-tanned coin Skips the gray amassing surfaces and Heads, haven to haven, tail too, for joy. ...