When counting blessings
like spare
Change
keeps
Adding up to
Less sense
than we thought we had,
stashed In crevices
it is the
Change
Saved
For a rainy day
That makes its way
Toward
Something found...
Even green
wears off
Leaves
and becomes something
More
In time, interesting...
The zinc sky reflects
Itself
empty
but unbroken.
Painting by Matthias Stom, 'Woman counting coins by candlelight' (Allegory of Avarice), c. 1635 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
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