Monday, October 7, 2013


For several years, now, 
Margaret and I pool
Our found money.

Most often pennies, 
Sometimes squashed,
But also more-valuable
Nickels, dimes, quarters,
And, even, a couple of 
Two-dollar coins lost on 
Floor in front of fancy 
Coin-op food vending 
Machine at end of hall.

Spending tactics vary,
One time bought dessert
At Jazz Alley; another time
Divided equally; once lost
Bet on solo tune for Peter
White's keyboard player.
New strategy every year.

Always fun, always funny,
Always over-the-top antics.
Just like my pal Margarita.

Ann Beth Blake
(c) October 7, 2013

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