I have been looking at your plastic basket
to gauge where you are on another Monday.
I can't. But here is what I will do.
I will pitch two pennies across the counter
like jacks in a palm and the ball in the air.
And you can glance over your shoulder,
but I will pretend anyway,
and manufacture memory,
and we will have a moment, Honey Bee.
A second or two
where I know you and you know me
as well and good intentions will have
for once
prevailed and spared change and unbroken
big bills will wait and for two point three seconds
someone will hear about that moron
with too many pennies
and not enough reason not to.
