The luck of the coin

Up.
The coin flies through the air,
Spinning recklessly
Coiling in despair.

Stuck.
A moment paused in time,
Frozen on the wind
Until the clock chimes.

Land.
Flicking from head to tails,
Eyes glued its form
Praying for their waged detail.

Luck

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