Coin of the Realm

We made our own currency
woven bank notes
Covered with ducks, zucchini, and old turtles longing for shore
Drawn in oil paints

But then we discovered language is lucrative

I exchanged moon for some green grapes
and paid my electric bill with mammoth

I bought a bicycle with a poem
about the ineluctable heart
waging its symphony beyond
and tooled around town buying bananas
and apples with rope and gallant

At work the factory manager paid me
with placid and gruel
I tipped my hat to him
and deposited it all in the bank

The interest grows seeping
like condensation
bark tin kale vaunted


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