Wish Serendipity

She accidentally drops

a penny
into a plastic cup
filled with water.

Aiming for the tip

jar, how did she miss?
Whose water—
now magical

or polluted? No one

notices. She decides
on magic,
and it would be

peace for you, Dad.

When Tramps Attack

It could be a gnarled mess in springs,
or a revolt in the street. She refuses
to reveal what she will lean into. A bounce
gone awry or tricks that unravel—she mouths
the words: the difference is in the recoil.