15 Mar 2016 – Three Quarters

I stick three quarters
into the stitched red zippered pouch
I always carry.

My love will need them
the next time need calls her downtown
to pay for parking.

I’m not a hero.
I never learned to swing a sword,
or butcher dragons.

It’s just three quarters.
My life consists of such small things
I gladly offer.

~

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