for a rainy day

I sweep up into
my hands

the loose change lying around.
where
it's all come from

I have no clue.
when I empty my pockets

i'm surprised at it all.
the nickels
and dimes.

pennies. handfuls.
the occasional quarter
or half dollar.

I collect them all and put
them in the change
bowl

beneath the cupboard.
money for a rainy day?

perhaps.