While it’s not a big tale, its been sorta quiet around here lately, so I thought I’d toss this out there…

Five Dollar Poem

So Im standing on the loading dock at work
just watching all the little circles
form in the big puddle in front of me
feeling just as grey as the skies above
thinking about all the little battles I have to wage
some asked for, others not.

Just a bad luck stretch for me,
I guess
and I shrug in the small moment of self pity
usually reserved for four a.m.

And I turn to return to my cube and I see
on the ground
crumpled in a receipt
a five dollar bill.

And I stare at its obviousness,
its “value”,
its familiarity,
with the sort of stunned disbelief one has when finding paper currency.

“Perhaps my luck has turned around”,
i think to myself
as I stoop to pick it up
and as I un-crumple it
I glance at the receipt…

“Harris Teeter: Salad. $4.86″.

My lunch yesterday.