found money

how nice it
is to find that
crumpled bill
inside the dryer,
between the toss
of warm clothes,
a five or ten,
it doesn't matter,
but freshly green,
or in a pocket
of a pair of pants
that are rarely
worn, or deep
inside a coat,
that some winter
long ago had
kept you warm,
and then the note.
the number that you
wrote when we
first met, how
strange to find
that too, but
so unlike those
new found bills,
it's spent and no
longer of any use.