I wanted this to be a hopeful poem
Every coin God flips twinkles in the sun for a moment as it rolls through the air – then it lands tails-up, head down in the sand just like the rest. Another ban, another bomb, another coin sharpshot to shrapnel midair.
God wants to stop tossing coins and go home.
Lauren Scherer is an aspiring writer in the literary arts program at Perpich Center for Arts Education in Golden Valley, MN.