A Different Kind Of Speaking

Poems by Richard Moomjian


Jingle

Those days between the holidays
of Christmas and New Years are
like free change, jumbling about
in your pocket. Free change sitting
in a saucer by the register. Free
change lying on the sidewalk
around busy commuters. That
free change, those jingling coins,
leftover from the wealth of the year,
can be used to buy a candy bar,
to place in the plate at the church,
or to clean an extra load of laundry.