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Money Travels

By Ruth Isaacson

 

I feel someone pick me up off the ground.

It’s a little girl.

She crumples me up in her pocket and my journey begins.

Her pink rain boots splash as she runs into the candy store.

“Spend me, spend me,” I chant

All of a sudden she takes me out and lays me on a counter and I am given to the cashier.

I stay in the cash register until his lunch break,

then he looks around and shoves me into the pocket of his baggy jeans.

From there I am given to a woman at McDonald’s.

She presses me into the hands of a man sitting on the street corner, holding a cardboard sign.

Who exchanges me for a small package of mints. Now I belong to the clerk.

The clerk takes me on an airplane

 

Suddenly I am converted into euros

 

And he puts me on a restaurant table, where I am picked up by a young waiter

And spent on a pair of heels as red as a stop sign.

The merchant grabs me and shoves me in his pocket

and brings me to a building called a bank

And I’m thrown into a vault. I spend years and years there

Until finally I’m rescued by a burly man in a black mask

The sound of sirens and the quick patter of feet overwhelm me.

All of a sudden I fly out of the bag and into a murky puddle, splash,

I lie there, awaiting my next journey.

 

 

Ruthie Isaacson is a ninth grader at Gretna High School! When she’s not writing, she’s reading, playing tennis, or competing at show choir! She also represents her school as a student council leader!

 

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: Issue Three/Fall

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