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A Coin

by Carl Sandburg, 1916

Your western heads here cast on money,
 You are the two that fade away together,
         Partners in the mist.

         Lunging buffalo shoulder,
         Lean Indian face,
 We who come after where you are gone
 Salute your forms on the new nickel.

         You are
         To us:
         The past.

         On the prairie:

Published in Chicago Poems

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