By Mike Smolarek
The quarter bounces on the bottom of the jar
an echo shooting up
as the jar slowly fills.
The jar sits ready to be dumped
by an eager young banker
counting the pennies on a rainy day.
Once clear, now covered with a film of dirt
the mountain of change sits
in the old jar once filled with pasta sauce.
The coins are added slowly
the collection climbing the sides
to buy the baseball cards piled next to it.
It fills again
shiny nickels reflecting the sun's rays
that spotlights the jar
on the desk.