Lost Key

the key spins around falling between the cracks,
hearing the sound so clear with something attracts,
using eyes to search for it but not seen at first glance,
walking around the spot like an ancient war dance,
the setting sun doesn't give enough light,
with the lamps turning on as it fades into night,
now the hands reach with fingers searching below,
as the finger glides across tracing to follow,
a scratch of metal on concrete dirt able to hear,
touching the same place to pull it out to appear,
a coin shows itself with a date on the side,
flipping it up with a spin to decide,
the coin falls down between the cracks too,
following it where it leads where the weeds grew,
a key shines in the eye of brown almost gold,
as strange it may be with the way things unfold.