- Lynette Score
(A young Ann Arbor poet)
I love when I find money
In the pockets of my clothes
Never knowing where it comes from,
Thinking maybe it grows
Like a flower in a driveway
Or a tree along a highway,
Growing not because it's planted
But because it's just that season
Like a present with no reason
From myself unto myself.
[Note: Originally posted in December 2007.]
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