A penny glued to the ground
is no different than love.
Each a kindergarten lesson
in futility and persistence.
Chinese finger traps
between us, our pulling
brings us only closer,
the gravity of us two
planets drawing more near
unwavering from our collision
course until we explode
into moonbeams and a puff
of memory from the dust
settled over years on our family
photos. Our nails now long
enough to pick
away the glue and a face
held by each one of us.
Carlin Corsino is an emergency and Army physician, father, and part time writer. He has been featured in the Rye Whiskey Review, and is forthcoming in The Front Porch Review.