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Free Entry 2, Week 12

Sand as Dollar

Before this sand dollar, there were photographs
of them, round beige disks.
Big brother saw your smile, wide eyes
and this meant confidence in your find.
The friend saw upside down jellyfish, holes
and no crabs; this was morbid,
no need for further survey of beach
or ocean floor because dollar was whole
and clean. Mission complete. The disk was housing,
unknowing. When the dollar came home crumbled,
mere quarters and dimes in hand, worthless
and unpieced, what explanation could
be given aside from sibling jealousy?
Aside from BMWs for graduation,
your Camry is just right.

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