A Moveable Garden

Part of my Feb 2024 Dream Poems project.

Change

Last night
I paid for a seventeen-dollar something
with a hundred-dollar bill and there was
no change. Later, I realised 
there was no change!

so I returned, but everyone had left, 
replaced with new staff
who knew nothing about me, who 
were about to close for the 
night. I could not

for the life of me understand 
how to convince them 
I was due change. 

And how on earth, 
if I were paying attention,
did I walk away without it 
before? 

©M Wms 2024