the money dances

it dances in its sleep
parcels unwrap themselves
ribbons and tape shimmy
and that sleepwaltzing cash
crowbarring its way now
splintering packing cases
frogs sing
cows cry to be milked
the tide comes in
and fishermen bait hooks
but that money keeps on skipping
while the fences all fall down

                    Jan Dean

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2 Responses to the money dances

  1. mabhsavage says:

    I love this, what great imagery.

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