into the slot as the machine
loudly
grinds on
counting
my loose change.
it takes a while
as i dig
out nails and screws.
mexican coins
from a trip
to cancun.
a canadian half dollar?
there are paper
clips
and buttons.
receipts. ticket stubs.
small tumble weeds
of cotton.
toothpicks
and batteries.
strange things once
in my pocket
and tossed into the blue
bowl
on the counter.
pounds of coins roll
down
into the mouth of the bank.
while the rest
goes back
into my pocket.
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