jar
nearly full on
top of the fridge, i dread
the lugging
of it to the bank and
pouring
it into the machine,
collecting
my savings.
rattling and rattling
before the final
tally appears on a printed
receipt,
but it beats
the tedious chore
of wrapping the pennies
and nickels,
dimes and quarters
into paper sacks
like the old days
when you were truly
poor
and hoping for the best.
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