Tzedaka box
On Friday nights
I slipped a coin
through the thin lips
of the blue box.
It was satisfying
to hear it clatter ;
I could feed the tin
but not myself.
Sally Michaelson is a recently retired Conference Interpreter living in Brussels. Her poems have been published in Ink Sweat & Tears, Lighthouse, Algebra of Owls, The Bangor Literary Journal, Squawk Back, Amethyst, and The Lake.
Note: A tzedaka box is for giving charity