Saturday, March 21, 2009

Old Coat, New Year

- 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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