After he’d gone,
she found money in the sheets,
fallen when he pulled his trousers off.
Gathering the coins into a small pile
she set them on the window ledge.
They sat gathering dust, guilt,
until one day her husband
scooped them into his pocket.
Small change for a call
he couldn’t make from the house.
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