all the loose
change comes
from,
but i'm running out of bowls
and saucers,
tin boxes,
and empty
jars to put it all in.
i scoop handfuls
from the dryer
and washing machine.
finding it
between the cushions
of two sofas
and an easy chair.
the bank is rarely ever happy
to see me
coming in with my
bucket of change.
lugging it with two hands.
security is alerted
as i stagger to the coin
redeeming machine.
i spend no less than
an hour at the machine
sorting through
lint and screws, paper
clips, nails
and
odds and ends
just to get some paper
money
to start all over again.
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