Monday, October 1, 2012

toll booth

coin after
coin
wrinkled
bills
and torn,
going from
hand to hand,
yours
to the toll
booth woman.
not enough
time to talk
to say hey,
to say goodbye
or ask
about the weather.
it's just
this. this passing
of currency.
to get  from point
A to point B.
no more, no
less. from her
booth to yours.

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