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.

Edge

No agent would help
the poet. Bottles
get flattened down to two
dimensions—a window display

for early morning
risers uncertain

about their place. Whoever
turns himself
in becomes the true
peddler of reprieve.