Mint Condition
Oases of silver dollars
Spread across the desert of my tan bedspread.
They shined –
And glittered when flipped!
To a boy of nine they were
As valuable as platinum.
“Mint condition!” I’d brag
To siblings I’d assume were interested.
Today, all of my dollars
Are worn and frayed and green
And crumpled in pockets
Or packed in a disarrayed wallet.
Dollars are things of expedience now;
Their purpose is prosaic.
I need folded green bills
For coffee and cigarettes –
Nicotine and caffeine combine
For my inner morning oasis:
The buzz and break that make me feel
In Mint Condition.
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