Nickels From Heaven

People in cars can't see them, these groovy nickels from Heaven. They're just lying there, on and near the white line where we groovy people wait for the traffic light to turn green.

We groovy people, riding our mopeds, can see them. They've been there over a week now: first one, then another. Pedestrians have not picked them up. Drivers, as we said, can't see them.

We groovy people thank the universe for the little "nod" each time we go by, whether we're stopped by the light or not.

Angels communicate by nickels. If you are fortunate, we groovy people will tell you about it some day.