love and money

she'd take

my money, 

my checks for

deposit.

my slips

and ID's.

how quickly

she was with

withdrawals,

counting out the bills

before passing

them through.

she was pleasant

and courteous

behind the slant of glass

at the drive-thru

window.

her smile

made my day,

the flip of her hair,

her rosy cheeks,

and then she was gone,

never to

be seen again,

replaced by someone

named Pete.