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You find a Quarter
(poetry or prose)
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Tamaracian in Stream of Consciousness

What’s A Quarter Worth?

If I found an idiomatic quarter, I’d pick it up, I wouldn’t flinch.

With such newfound wealth, twelve people could hear my opinion on a subject.

And I’d still have something left over to pinch.

I could choose to offer this remaining cent in exchange for your thoughts though.

Another alternative would be to just save it, consider it earned.

Or maybe I’ll travel to that copper coin’s namesake Lane to find a barber showing photographs of every head he’s had the pleasure to know.

There’s the possibility I expand my options by getting change at one of the nearby figure of speech banks.

That would give me freedom to haggle with any vendor, convincing him to lower the price of his wares.

Then politely complete my victorious, discounted purchase with a heartfelt “Thanks.”

Even with that transaction completed, I’d still be able to turn on the leftover silver piece without brakes.

Although, I should take a self-serving approach by deflecting responsibility.

And use it to buy a dozen excuses to justify my mistakes.

I’ll probably just hold on to my imaginary quarter in hopes I happen upon one more.

Because there’s always the possibility to double my monetary find.

Then I would have the same name as that rapper the Gen Z kids use to adore.