by Jennifer Howard

I saw a woman stop,

Stoop on the platform

To pick up a penny,

And wondered what it was worth

To her, that disruption,

That eddy in the flow of the day's rush.

One hint of brightness,

A tiny windfall

And something changed.

Lucky heads up

She took it between gloved fingers,

Rose and went on her way,

A little richer,

A little luckier, reminded

Maybe small good things

Can happen to almost anyone.