For Mike's "Minutiae" challenge.
The forgotten, dirty bronze
so hard to keep tabs on
swallowed by earth-tones couch,
or in a decorative shelf-piece.
Why is there always one in some
ornament on a shelf?
I'm glad of the times you hide in my jean pocket,
under the rubber mat on the center console,
or cower in quiet corner of floor mats,
after I've filled up my vehicle with momentary spasm
causing the tiniest of overages.
In the checkout line,
I give thanks that you prevent me
from needing to break that ATM-fresh twenty.
I'd simply spend the change on a croissant and coffee;
extra large of course,
an outdoor magazine I'll haze through,
and some utensil for the kitchen
that I "really need".
Don't let ninety nine intimidate you,
you're always on the hundred and one list,
and everybody talks about you:
Penny for your thoughts?
You save me,
I save you.
You've earned it.
By DB (07/19/2011)