your brother and you
both had blue books with slots
for coins.
quarters, dimes, pennies.
the years
printed below the opening
waiting
for a mercury dime, or buffalo
nickel.
the kennedy dollar, shiny
and new was easy to find.
in time you both
filled the books
with a collection of coins.
he still has his,
the money untouched
while yours was slowly
emptied by the ringing bell
of an approaching
ice cream truck.
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