I count out the coins,
the loose
presidents, worn and crumbled
in pant
pockets
and drawers,
stuffed away between
the cushions of the couch.
it's not a lot, but
enough.
I put it all
in the cookie jar,
saving it for a rainy
day.
or better yet
a sunny day, where we can
go to the beach,
swim in the deep blue,
or just lie there
and catch some rays.
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