Sunday Scribblings: Money

So a fellow poet turned me on to this website, Sunday Scribblings (http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com), where writers can find a prompt on Saturday, and write about on Sunday. So I'm giving it a shot. I like the fruit that prompts bear.


This week's is "money."


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You tell me things:

Divining

With your minted numbers,

The signature of someone

I’ve never heard of

Or cared about, but I can

See where you’ve been.

George, my man, trust no

One. We are all spies.

The scrawl on your fellow

Fiver, it tells me that

Someone named Kerry

Is gay, and that Simon

Loves Clara.

Such tender is the currency

Of secrets and lies.

How meta: my cold, hard

Cash converted into a

Crumpled poem

And broken

Stones

In my pocket.