December Rent

Bank teller

Glasses, pretty girl

Normally molasses

But not her

Not here

Sheer helpful

Asking

Tasking

Pulling me from basking

In a pity party pool

Letting me act out happy

Weekend descriptions

Foolishly, painting smiles

On all the other tellers

As I tell her

Thank you

You asked and I remembered

That the bank has

People in it

And the money’s nothing

But the incidental

Stuff inside a limited

Perspective. Don’t let it

Wreck the day

Don’t let it be

More the worth

Than what you

Pay for it

You can make

Another weekly check

You are a part of hearts

That out direction

In the waters

Drive inside the potters,

Poets, scriptors, know it alls

And scientists, guitarists

And the math man

Even if none of us

Can understand them

We can all speak the same language

Of the same silly, gestured, strange

Man in the bank

Pantomiming joy

Remembering that life

Is but a game

It’d be a shame

To not enjoy it!