small change

as you reach
into your pockets
to pull
out the spare
change from a day
of spending
you listen to it
hit the bowl
and rattle
against yesterdays
still nickels
and dimes
quarters, resting
their heads
against one another.
at some point
you'll haul them
to the bank and pour
them slowly into
the machine, minus
the banks cut,
then start all over
again
with fresh bills.
such is life.
repeating itself
in small things.