He doesn’t have two coins to rub together, they say when they want to tell you that someone is really poor. Supposing you have two coins though? You rub them together. What can you make? A spark. A beat to dance to. A pair of earrings. A juggler’s act. A small crowd gathers. They have heard the music, quiet though it is. They caught a flash of movement from across the still expanse. They sense the warmth of the fire. Don’t stop dancing. The coins in their pockets are already yours.