Lucky Coin

reaching my hand across to dennis
I notice books he has been hiding from me
but cannot imagine giving up
a coca-cola on his dresser, a lucky coin
the way he speaks to me
when we are writing or when he asks
for advice on his lesson plans
it is the polar opposite of face blindness
when I have sweat coming down my ears
it is a sign I am getting better
at seeing my lion’s image in a cloud
I depend very little on friendships but need them
nobody asks a whale the difference
between itself and the ice caps