Keyhole

For a few dirty copper coins
you may look through
what do you see?
I ask her

She takes her time
she peers and cranes her neck
to get a better view

It's not easy
she says
turning to glance at her empty purse
worried, her illusive last chance slipping away

Hold on
she says
I see a kitten pushing a wheelbarrow
pushing a wheelbarrow with a stolen star on it
the star I've been looking for

Can it fly back through the keyhole
fly back to me?
she looks back at me